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A capella
Título por Autor: Berioza, a capella
Instrumentação |
Tenor, Coro feminino |
Composição para |
Solista, Coral |
Tipo de composição |
Partitura completa |
chave |
Dó (C) menor |
movimento(s) |
1 para 1 de 1 |
tradutor |
Yury Pronin |
Editora |
Yury Pronin |
idioma |
Inglês, Espanhol, Russo |
dificuldade |
Medium |
It's a Russian-style song, arranged for choir white (female) a capella
with soloist - tenor. Music by Yury Pronin, the lyrics are by Sergei Yesenin - great lyric poet
Russian in the first half of the twentieth century.
There are translations of his poems, but translating a poem into another language, it is almost
impossible, so it have to sing this song as with Russian words. Berioza - is a tree, in English - "Birch" .
In Russia it is treated as a national symbol. The typical Russian landscape is a field of rye
yellow and "beriozas" around as a mandatory attribute.
With rhythmic accompaniment by bass, guitar and drums
Título por Autor: Berioza with rhythmic accompaniment by bass, guitar and drums
Instrumentação |
Guitarra Acústica, Baixo, Tenor, Coro feminino, Bateria |
Composição para |
Solista, Trio, Coral |
Tipo de composição |
Partitura completa, Partes, Partitura vocal |
chave |
Ré (D) menor |
movimento(s) |
1 para 1 de 1 |
tradutor |
Yury Pronin |
Editora |
Yury Pronin |
idioma |
Inglês, Russo |
dificuldade |
Medium |
Gênero |
World / Etnico/Russo |
It's a Russian-style song, arranged for choir white (female) a capella
with soloist - tenor. Music by Yury Pronin, the lyrics are by Sergei Yesenin - great lyric poet
Russian in the first half of the twentieth century.
There are translations of his poems, but translating a poem into another language, it is almost
impossible, so it have to sing this song as with Russian words. Berioza - is a tree, in English - "Birch" .
In Russia it is treated as a national symbol. The typical Russian landscape is a field of rye
yellow and "beriozas" around as a mandatory attribute.
The content is as follows (translation from Russian to English):
The white berioza
Close to my window ...
It was covered with snow
As a layer of silver
In the spongy branches
As a canvas board
Clusters are grown
As a white stripe
And so, there remains the berioza
In the silence of sleep
Shining flakes
As a golden fire.
And the dawn lethargic
Walking for about
Sprinkle the branches
With more silver.
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