Kudà, kudà, kudà vi udalitis, Onegin's aria from Boris Godunov

Kudà, kudà, kudà vi udalitis, 
vesni moyei zlatiye dni? 
Shto dyen griadushki mnye gotovit? 
Yevo moi vzor naprasno lovit: 
v glubokoi mglye tayitsa on! 
Nyet muzhadi; prav sudbi zakon! 
Paddu li ya, streloy pronzyonni, 
il mimo proletitona, 
vsyo blago; bdieniya i sna 
prikhodit cias opredelyonni! 
Blagoslovyen i dyen zabot, 
blagoslovyen i tmi prikhod! 
Blesnyeot zautra luch dennitsi 
i zayigrayet yarki dyen, 
a ya, bit mozhet, ya grobnitsi 
saidu v tayinstvennuyu syen! 
I pamyat yunovo poeta 
poglatit myedlanneya Lyeta. 
Zabudet mir menya ; no ti! 
Ti!... Olga... 
Skhazi, 
pridyosh li, dyeva krasoti, 
slezu prolit nad rannei urnoi 
i dumat: on menya lyubil! 
On mnye yedinoi posyatil 
rassvyet pecialni zhizni burnoi, 
akh, Olga, ya tebya lyubil! 
Serdyechni drug , zhelanni drug , 
pridì, pridì! Zhelanni drug, 
pridì, ya tvoi suprùg , pridì,pridì! 
Ya zhdu tebya, zhelanny drug, 
pridì, pridì; ya tvoi suprùg! 
Kuda,kuda,kuda vi udalitis , 
zlatye dni, zlatye dni moyey vesni?

Transliteration by Ugo Berardi (pro.ugo@tin.it)