Exhausted and scared, Grusha decides she can no longer care for the child.
lyrics
When Grusha came to the river,
The flight grew much too much to bear.
When Grusha came to the Sirra,
The helpless child grew too heavy to carry.
Oh, the rosy dawn rising over the fields
is nothing but the cold to the sleepless.
And oh, the happy smoke rising out of the farmhouse
is nothing but a threat to the fugitives.
She who drags the child feels nothing,
but its weight.
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