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"No regrets," poem by Sergey Esenin
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Composition for Tenor and orchestra, 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 #57
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
Sergey Esenin/Masaru Yonemitsu
Rights
adhikapokoya 2010
Uploaded
October 07, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB 128 kbps 2:59
Story behind the song
English translation follows:
Lyrics
I do not regret, and I do not shed tears, All, like haze off apple-trees, must pass. Turning gold, I’m fading, it appears, I will not be young again, alas. Having got to know the touch of coolness I will not feel, as before, so good. And the land of birch trees, - oh my goodness!- Cannot make me wander barefoot. Vagrant’s spirit! You do not so often Stir the fire of my lips these days. Oh my freshness, that begins to soften! Oh my lost emotions, vehement gaze! Presently I do not feel a yearning, Oh, my life! Have I been sleeping fast? Well, it feels like early in the morning On a rosy horse I’ve galloped past. We are all to perish, hoping for some favour, Copper leaves flow slowly down and sway... May you be redeemed and blessed for ever, You who came to bloom and pass away... 1921
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