With my entire soul I am attached to my wife
Aleksandr Sergeyevich Dargomyzhsky
With my entire soul I am attached to my wife;
And people talk... so what!
By friendship to the count by her I am tied.
It is not easy the Count himself!
Busy with governing of the Realm
He comes to us like to relatives.
What happiness! What Honor!
Indeed I am a worm compared to Him!
Compared to Him, such a figure,
His honour himself!
His wife sometimes happens to be ill.
Indeed he, the dear fellow, is not himself,
He plays with me at "preference",
but at night he goes to the patient!
Once he arrived, as the stars were shining,
To greet my angel...
What happiness! What Honor!
Indeed I am a worm compared to him!
Compared to him, such a figure,
His Honour himself!
But how he is kind, when in the spirit!
Indeed after a glass of wine it was enough once:
Words go around, that maybe, the count... my wife...
The count, I say, so fittingly,
I must work, I must be blind!
Yes will be blind and honor him!
Indeed I am a worm compared to him!
Compared to him, such a figure,
His Honour himself!