Sviridov - Hymns to the Fatherland 1 “Our North“

Georgy Sviridov (1915-98) The Ural Choir Choirmaster Vladislav Novik Lyrics by Feodor Sologub (1863-927) Where the forests slumber, melancholy, exhausted by the frosts, Lie silent valleys, spellbound by the storms. How remote to the foreigner, sunk in the dreams of this world, Must seem this strange beauty, enigmatic but not fortuitous. The willows, myriad-branched, gaze at the muddy banks, Where the drowsy water-lilies float on the meanders of the river. See the slender birches above the expa