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“Candle” is the song’s title, not the poem’s: Tarkovsky left it untitled, and it goes by its first line, “Sight grows dim — my strength.” He wrote it in 1977; it was printed in his Izbrannoye (“Selected poems”) of 1982, and again in Ot yunosti do starosti (“From youth to old age,” 1987).

Behind the scenes

When I finished this song, I thought it was the summit of my work, and I couldn’t wait to hear what Dad made of it. Alas, he didn’t take to it. He remembered the poem from Nostalgia, where the main character recites it, and felt it entirely differently. Or perhaps he just didn’t want to accept his own fading with such anguish.

Lyrics

The translation is a crib, not a singing version.

Меркнет зрение — сила моя,
Merknet zreniye — sila moya,
Два незримых алмазных копья;
Dva nezrimykh almaznykh kopʼya;
Глохнет слух, полный давнего грома
Glokhnet slukh, polny davnego groma
И дыхания отчего дома;
I dykhaniya otchego doma;
Жёстких мышц ослабели узлы,
Zhostkikh myshts oslabeli uzly,
Как на пашне седые волы;
Kak na pashne sedye voly;
И не светятся больше ночами
I ne svetyatsya bolʼshe nochami
Два крыла у меня за плечами.
Dva kryla u menya za plechami.
Я свеча, я сгорел на пиру.
Ya svecha, ya sgorel na piru.
Соберите мой воск поутру,
Soberite moy vosk poutru,
И подскажет вам эта страница,
I podskazhet vam eta stranitsa,
Как вам плакать и чем вам гордиться,
Kak vam plakatʼ i chem vam gorditʼsya,
Как веселья последнюю треть
Kak veselʼya poslednyuyu tretʼ
Раздарить и легко умереть,
Razdaritʼ i legko umeretʼ,
И под сенью случайного крова
I pod senʼyu sluchaynogo krova
Загореться посмертно, как слово.
Zagoretʼsya posmertno, kak slovo.
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My sight is dimming — my strength,
Two unseen diamond spears;
My hearing is going deaf, full of old thunder
And of the breath of my father’s house;
The knots of hard muscle have slackened
Like grey oxen on the ploughland;
And no longer do they shine at night,
The two at my back.
I am a candle, I burnt out at the feast.
Gather up my wax in the morning,
And this page will tell you
How to weep and what to be proud of,
How to give away the last third
Of merriment and die lightly,
And under the shelter of a chance roof
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Music: Vova Zakharov

Lyrics: Arseny Tarkovsky