Георгий Свиридов


Святый Боже ('Holy God')



Зарю бьют ('Dawn Strikes')
The dawn beats. From my hand my shabby copy of Dante falls to the ground. On my lips, the half-pronounced verse ceases to shape meaning. - My soul flies far off. - Familiar, everyday living sound, although you often radiate far out, I shrink away - into my silent sense of age.



'Pastoral'

Comments

Uplifting music and lyrics
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Boys choir...simply beautiful.
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