Moussorgsky: Boris Godunov (1869 & 1872 Versions)

Boris Godunov: Well, what are you waiting for?

Boris Godunov: For whom dost thou forsake us?

Boris Godunov: People of the Orthodox faith

Boris Godunov: Glory to thee, our Lord

Boris Godunov: Long live Tsar Boris Feodorovich

Boris Godunov: My soul is sad

Boris Godunov: Glory! Glory! Glory!

Boris Godunov: Just one more final tale

Boris Godunov: Lord, our Heav'nly Father-That same dream again

Boris Godunov: You have gone on writing

Boris Godunov: Holy father, for a long time

Boris Godunov: Boris, Boris!

Boris Godunov: Can I bring you anything, reverent fathers?

Boris Godunov: It all happened in the town of Kazan

Boris Godunov: Why don't you join in the singing?

Boris Godunov: There he goes-What sort of people are you?

Boris Godunov: I can read

Boris Godunov: My dear husband

Boris Godunov: That's enough now, my precious tsarevitch

Boris Godunov: I have achieved supreme power

Boris Godunov: Yesterday evening, Pushkin's servant.

Boris Godunov: No! Wait, wait, Shuisky

Boris Godunov: It is not execution that I fear

Boris Godunov: What? Is mass over?

Boris Godunov: Trrr, trrr, tin that-The moon is on its travels

Boris Godunov: What is he weeping about?

Boris Godunov: Boyars of noble rank

Boris Godunov: What? Let us vote, boyars

Boris Godunov: It's a pity that Prince Shuisky isn't here

Boris Godunov: Get away.get away!

Boris Godunov: A humble monk

Boris Godunov: Once, in a deep sleep

Boris Godunov: Leave us! All of you, go!

Boris Godunov: O Lord! Look down

Boris Godunov: Well, what are you waiting for?

Boris Godunov: For whom dost thou forsake us?

Boris Godunov: People of the Orthodox faith

Boris Godunov: Glory to thee, our Lord

Boris Godunov: Long live Tsar Boris Feodorovich

Boris Godunov: My soul is sad

Boris Godunov: Glory! Glory! Glory!

Boris Godunov: Just one more final tale

Boris Godunov: Lord, our Heavenly father-That same dream again

Boris Godunov: You have gone on writing

Boris Godunov: Holy father, for a long time

Boris Godunov: It is the bell for matins

Boris Godunov: I caught a grey drake

Boris Godunov: It all happened in the town of Kazan

Boris Godunov: Why don't you join in the singing?

Boris Godunov: There he goes-What sort of people are you?

Boris Godunov: I can read

Boris Godunov: Where are you, my dear husband?

Boris Godunov: Ah! That's enough now

Boris Godunov: So the gnat was chopping some firewood

Boris Godunov: Ah, nurse, nanny

Boris Godunov: Ah!-What? Has a wild beast.

Boris Godunov: I have achieved supreme power

Boris Godunov: How heavily weights the right hand of the fearful judge

Boris Godunov: Ah, shoo!

Boris Godunov: Our little parrot was sitting

Boris Godunov: My son, my own dear child!

Boris Godunov: Ah, the most illustrious orator

Boris Godunov: Take measures immediatly

Boris Godunov: At the cathedral in Uglich

Boris Godunov: On the azure Vistula

Boris Godunov: Enough!

Boris Godunov: Ruzya, I do not need you today-How tediously.

Boris Godunov: Ah! It's you, my father!

Boris Godunov: Captivate the Pretender with your beauty!

Boris Godunov: Your eyes have started to sparkle with a hellish flame

Boris Godunov: At midnight.in the garden.near the fountain

Boris Godunov: Tsarevich!

Boris Godunov: A humble, sinful pilgrim

Boris Godunov: Tsarevich, conceal yourself!

Boris Godunov: That crafty Jesuit

Boris Godunov: The wife of that toothless debauchee

Boris Godunov: It is she! Marina!

Boris Godunov: But it is not for amorous conversations

Boris Godunov: You alaone, Marina I worship

Boris Godunov: Leaders from all corners of Russia

Boris Godunov: O, Tsarevich, I beg you, do nor curse me

Boris Godunov: Boyars of noble rank

Boris Godunov: What? Let us vote, boyars

Boris Godunov: It's a pity thatPrince Shuisky isn't here

Boris Godunov: Get away.get away!

Boris Godunov: A humble monk

Boris Godunov: Once in a deep sleep

Boris Godunov: Leave us! All of you, go!

Boris Godunov: O Lord! Look down

Boris Godunov: Over here! Sit him down on the stump!

Boris Godunov: Trrr, trrr, tin hat!-The moon is on its travels

Boris Godunov: The sun and the moon have faded

Boris Godunov: Hurrah! Daring boldness has broken free

Boris Godunov: Domine, salvum fac Regem

Boris Godunov: Glory to you, tsarevitch!

Boris Godunov: We, Dimitri Ivanovich

Boris Godunov: Flow, flow bitter tears!