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"What is Past," poem by Sergei Esenin
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Music composition for tenor and small chamber ensemble, in Russian.
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 #73
Peak in subgenre #6
Author
Sergey Esenin/Masaru Yonemitsu
Rights
adhikapokoya 2010
Uploaded
August 09, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:11
Story behind the song
The composition is in Russian. The following translation into English, as noted, is not mine.
Lyrics
WHAT IS GONE CANNOT BE RETRIEVED (Translated from the Russian by Alec Vagapov) Lovely night, I will never retrieve it, And I wona019t see my sweet precious love. And the nightingalea019s song, I wona019t hear it, Happy song that it sang in the grove! That sweet night is now gone irrevocably, You cana019t tell it: please come back and wait. Autumn weather has now set in locally, With perpetual rains, all is wet. Fast asleep in the grave is my sweetheart Keeping love, as before, in her heart. And however it tries, autumn blizzard Cannot wake her from sleep, flesh and blood. So the nightingalea019s singing has ended, As the song-bird has taken to flight, And I cana019t hear the song now, so splendid, Which it sang on that sweet chilly night. Gone and lost are the joyous emotions That I had in my life and conceived. All I have now is chill in my conscience. What is gone cana019t be ever retrieved.
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