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"Prayer," poem by Marina Tsvetaeva, in Russian
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For Mezzo-Soprano, strings, and winds with English Horn
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.
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Genre
Classical Opera
Charts
Peak #114
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
Marina Tsvetaeva/Masaru Yonemitsu
Rights
adhikapokoya 2010
Uploaded
August 21, 2010
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MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 2:56
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(Translation by Andrey Kneller) "Prayer," poem by Marina Tsvetaeva I need a miracle, Christ, My Lord! Here, now, before the sun can rise! O, let me pass on, while the world Is like a book before my eyes. No, You are fair and will not judge: “It’s not your time, and so live on.” For You have given me too much! I long to take all roads - in one! I crave it all: With a gypsy’s passion, To raid and loot, singing a song, And hearing organs, feel compassion, And rush to war, - an Amazon; Wish on the stars, up in a dungeon, Lead kids through shadows on the way, Turn yesterday into a legend, And suffer madness every day! I love the helmet, cross and veil, My soul is but a moment’s gleam... You’ve made my youth a fairytale, - Now, let me die - at seventeen!
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