1940. Nina Koshetz -Rachmaninoff, Op 4. No 4.Sing Not To Me, O Beautiful Woman. C. Dougherty, piano

Nina Koshetz recorded Rachmaninoff’s “Eleven Songs” (op 4) in 1940, years after she had moved to America. She had had a relationship with Sergei Rachmaninoff for many many years.
Though her voice had begun to fail years earlier than this recording was made, the magic in these performances is profound. Recorded on the Schirmer Label.
This is song number 4.
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Sing Not To Me, O Beautiful Woman
(Aka: Sing Not To Me, O Maiden Fair)
Sing not to me, O beautiful woman,
Your sad songs of Georgia;
They remind me
Of that other life and distant shore.
Alas, They remind me,
Your cruel melodies,
Of the steppe, the night, and moonlit
Features of a poor, distant maiden!
That sweet and fateful apparition
I forget when you appear,
But you sing, and before me
I picture that image anew.
Do not sing to me, Beautiful woman,
Your sad songs of Georgia;
They remind me
Of that other life and distant shore.
Alas, your cruel strains
Remind me
Of the steppe and the night,
And the moonlit face of my distant beloved.
Не пой, красавица, при мне
Не пой, красавица, при мне
Ты песен Грузии печальной;
Напоминают мне [оне]1
Другую жизнь и берег дальний.
Увы, напоминают мне
Твои жестокие напевы
И степь, и ночь, и при луне
Черты далекой, бедной девы!
Я [призрак]2 милый, роковой,
Тебя увидев, забываю;
Но ты поёшь, и предо мной
Его я вновь воображаю.
Не пой, красавица, при мне
Ты песен Грузии печальной;
Напоминают мне [оне]1
Другую жизнь и берег дальний.
by Aleksandr Sergeyevich Pushkin (1799 - 1837)
Translation © by Anton Bespalov, Rianne Stam
From Lieder.net

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A truly fascinating voice… and a singer with a great talent for expressing herself…🌹🌹🌹
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Wonderful !

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Sing Not To Me, O Beautiful Woman
(Aka: Sing Not To Me, O Maiden Fair)
Sing not to me, O beautiful woman,
Your sad songs of Georgia;
They remind me
Of that other life and distant shore.
Alas, They remind me,
Your cruel melodies,
Of the steppe, the night, and moonlit
Features of a poor, distant maiden!
That sweet and fateful apparition
I forget when you appear,
But you sing, and before me
I picture that image anew.
Do not sing to me, Beautiful woman,
Your sad songs of Georgia;
They remind me
Of that other life and distant shore.
Alas, your cruel strains
Remind me
Of the steppe and the night,
And the moonlit face of my distant beloved.