The sea-princess
Aleksandr Porfir'yevich Borodin
Come to me at night,
O youthful traveler!
Here under the water
It is cool and calm.
You will rest here
And find sweet sleep,
Rocked by the rippling water,
Where, full of ease,
The waves slumber
On the abandoned shores.
In the ripples of the sea,
after you herself
Swims the Sea-Princess!
She beckons and sings;
To herself she calls you...