I LOVE MY TINY ATTIC
Russian folk songs with English translations pp. 14,15 #10

Oh I love my ti-ny at-tic cham-ber,
Up the win-ding stair,
And I love my lat-tice wind-dow
o-pen wide to the air.

Like a queen I reign within her palace,
None can say me nay,
Through my window to my dearest love
My thoughts find their way.

Though my cruel father holds me captive,
Will not let me go,
O'er him woman's wit shall yet prevail
A way I do know.

By my lattice window, open wide,
At nightfall shall I stand,
And my falcon, trusty messenger,
Shall fly from my hand.

Fly away on tireless wing, dear falcon,
Till you find my dear,
Tell him how my cruel father
Holds me close captive here

Nought he heeds my sighs, my languishing,
My women's tears that fall,
Yet, ere long, his pris'ner my be flown,
For love conquers all.

Bear a greeting to my Wanja dearest,
Bear him kisses, too,
Far away he thinks of me,
My lover faithful and true.

Say to him, my trusty greeting-bearer,
When my love you see,
I am waiting for the happy hour
That brings him to me.