Boris Shtokolov - Letter To Mother
Boris Shtokolov (1930 - 2005) was a prominent musician in the 20th century one. He, however, is not well known in the West was in his native Russia after the Russian opera star, a 30 year old. Sang songs and romances of the many Russian people. Living in a country singer, Shtokolov and vocal dynamics and tone color than its share of production is concentrated in him. His voice was a bass-Profundo, is a dark color and strong voice.
Song 's Letter', Esenin, a poem written by the words, the perfect vehicle to show Shtokov and artistry and sensitive musicianship.
Boris Shtokolov 'and letter' Esenin, a translation of a poem from the video below, which sings:
Still around, old dear? How do you play?I am very close. Hello to you!Sometimes it may be that magic twilight streamingIt is used as your cottage.
How do I know you are sad, and worriedFor my sake, however, will not you tell them so,And you have your old jacketOften go out onto the path.
That you often see the blue shadowNever one to dream, to have a rest, you can:None other than a drunken tavern scuffleI stick my knife in the robber.
Think you can not eat with your heartIt's just crazy stupid and false.I am a hard-drinking, but I promise to deliver, it may be,I shall tell you first, before I die.
I love you as always and I loveOnly one thing I think for me,Coming soon to ease my heartacheWe have lowered the country's low-roofed house.
I returned to the white branch of the deckedWith spring burning in our orchard.But do not wake me till sunrise,Since you have used eight years ago.
What we do not get precious,Do not poke full of hope.It was my misfortune to experienceAnd weariness, but quickly lost my life.
I would not call a tutor. Please, mother!As you may have to try not to go back.I give you my support and comfort,You are alone with a magical glow of light.
So forget your kind, please. Do not worryAnd for my sake, dear, so, do not worry.Out front of your old-fashioned wayNot so the jacket can not often please.
Song 's Letter', Esenin, a poem written by the words, the perfect vehicle to show Shtokov and artistry and sensitive musicianship.
Boris Shtokolov 'and letter' Esenin, a translation of a poem from the video below, which sings:
Letter To Mother
How do I know you are sad, and worriedFor my sake, however, will not you tell them so,And you have your old jacketOften go out onto the path.
That you often see the blue shadowNever one to dream, to have a rest, you can:None other than a drunken tavern scuffleI stick my knife in the robber.
Think you can not eat with your heartIt's just crazy stupid and false.I am a hard-drinking, but I promise to deliver, it may be,I shall tell you first, before I die.
I love you as always and I loveOnly one thing I think for me,Coming soon to ease my heartacheWe have lowered the country's low-roofed house.
I returned to the white branch of the deckedWith spring burning in our orchard.But do not wake me till sunrise,Since you have used eight years ago.
What we do not get precious,Do not poke full of hope.It was my misfortune to experienceAnd weariness, but quickly lost my life.
I would not call a tutor. Please, mother!As you may have to try not to go back.I give you my support and comfort,You are alone with a magical glow of light.
So forget your kind, please. Do not worryAnd for my sake, dear, so, do not worry.Out front of your old-fashioned wayNot so the jacket can not often please.