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"Winter Evening" poem by Alexander Pushkin
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Composition for tenor and strings and wind orchestra, in Russian.
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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 #85
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
Alexander Pushkin/Masaru Yonemitsu
Rights
adhikapokoya 2010
Uploaded
October 15, 2010
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:25
Lyrics
WINTER EVENING O'er the earth a storm is prowling, Bringing whirling, blinding snow. Like a beast I hear it howling, Like an infant wailing low. Now the thatch it rustles, playing On our roof; now at our pane Raps like someone homeward straying And benighted in the plain. Old our hut is, dark and dreary, By a candle dimly lit... Why so sad, my dear, and weary At the window do you sit? Is't because the storm is moaning That so very still you keep? Does your spindle's mournful droning Put you quietly to sleep? Come, O comrade solitary Of this cheerless youth of mine, Take a cup, and let us bury All our many woes in wine! Of a maid out by a river Sing a little song to me Or a tomtit, one that never Leaves its home beyond the sea. O'er the earth a storm is prowling Bringing whirling, blinding snow. Like a beast I hear it howling, Like an infant wailing low. Come, O comrade solitary Of this cheerless youth of mine, Take a cup and let us bury All our many woes in wine! 1825
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