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"Leaves Fall," Sergei Esenin
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Poem in Russian, for orchestra, without flutes and oboes.
jazz classical instrumental vocal opera orchestra chamber ballet
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Composer for large-scale performance work, ballet and opera. Have written music for classical theatrical productions of Shakespeare, ("The Tempest," "The Twelft
Loren Lieberman is a native of Denver, Colorado, now living on the West Coast in California, where he is best known for his work as an actor in Classical and Shakespearean Theatre. He has a degree from Sonoma State University in Theatre Arts, and has been an Honor's Music Composition Student at the College of Marin, Santa Rosa Junior College, and at Sonoma State University. He has won an award for composition from the Redwood Empire Music Association. He has recently completed an opera in Russian, based on the novel by Alexander Solzhenitsyn, "Cancer Ward", (and of the same name), and is currently working on his fourth opera, based on the Classical Tragedy by Sophocles, "Oedipus the King," with a libretto in Ancient Greek. His interest in languages has shaped much of his artistic temperment, and he is self taught in Russian and Sanskrit, and has hopes to begin his next opera, Shakespeare's, "Romeo and Juliet," in Hindi.
Song Info
Genre
Classical Opera
Charts
Peak #104
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Esenin/Masaru Yonemitsu
Rights
adhikapokoya 2011
Uploaded
April 01, 2011
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MP3 2.9 MB 128 kbps 3:08
Lyrics
Leaves are falling here and yonder. And the wind is Drawling and low. Who will gladden my heart I wonder? Who will soothe it, my friend, do you know? I’m staring at the moon, and I’m trying Not to sleep keeping drowse away. There again the roosters are crying At the break of the autumn day. Early hours of dawn, blue as ever... Blissful joy of the flying stars... I could now make wishes. However, I don’t know what to wish, alas! What is there to wish for, I wonder, Cursing home and my fate and all? What I want is to see over yonder, By my window, a beautiful girl. I should like her, as an exception, To convey that she needs me sole, And I want her, with words of affection, To console my heart and my soul. So that I, accepting my lessons, On this wonderful moonlit night Might not melt and faint from delight And with jubilant adolescence Might be pleased with my youth all right. August 1925
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