Prokofiev - Alexander Nevsky Suite/The Field of Death (Anna Reynolds, Mezzosoprano)

I shall go across the snow-clad field, I shall fly above the field of death. I shall search for valiant warriors, my betrothed, my stalwart youths. Here lies one felled by a wild saber; there lies one impaled by an arrow. From their wounds blood fell like rain. On our native soil, on our Russian fields. He who fell for Russia died a hero’s death. I shall kiss him on his dead eyes and cold forehead. And to him, brave lad, who remained alive, I shall be a true wife and a loving friend. I’ll not wed to a handsome man: earthly charm and beauty fast fade and die. I’ll be wed to the man who’s brave. Answer me, my proud eagles.