Georgy … Read Full Bio ↴Russian composer (Георгий Свиридов, Георгий Васильевич Свиридов)
Georgy Vasilyevich Sviridov was born in 1915 in the town of Fatezh in the Kursk guberniya of the Russian Empire. His father, Vasily Sviridov, a sympathizer of the Bolshevik cause during the Russian Civil War that followed the Russian Revolution, was killed when Georgy was four. The family moved to Kursk, where Sviridov, still in elementary school, learned to play his first instrument, the balalaika. Learning to play by ear, he demonstrated such talent and ability that he was accepted into the local orchestra of Russian folk instruments. He enrolled in a music school in 1929, and following the advice of his teacher, M. Krutinsky, came to Leningrad in 1932, where he studied piano at the Leningrad Central Music College, graduating in 1936. From 1936 to 1941, Sviridov studied at the Leningrad Conservatory under Peter Borisovich Ryazanov and Dmitri Shostakovich. Mobilized into the Soviet armed forces in 1941, just days after his graduation from the conservatory, Sviridov was sent to a military academy in Ufa, but was discharged by the end of the year due to poor health.
n 1935 Sviridov's composed a cycle of lyrical romances based on the poetry of Alexander Pushkin which brought him first critical acclaim. During his studies in Leningrad Conservatory, 1936 – 1941, Sviridov experimented with different genres and different types of musical composition. He completed Piano Concerto No. 1 (1936 – 1939), Symphony No. 1 and the Chamber Symphony for Strings (1940). Later Sviridov would turn to the rich Russian musical heritage, including the folk songs, for inspiration.
Among Sviridov's most popular orchestral pieces are the Romance and the Waltz from his Snowstorm, musical illustrations after Pushkin (1975), that were originally written for the eponymous 1964 TV film (Метель) based on the short story from Pushkin's "Belkin's tales" (Повести Белкина). A short segment from his score for the 1967 film Forward, Time! (Время, вперед!) was selected as the opening theme for the main evening TV news program Vremya (Программа "Время"; "Время" means Time) and became the staple of Soviet life for several generations.
Poetry always occupied an important place in Sviridov's artistic universe. He wrote songs and romances to the lyrics of Mikhail Lermontov (1938, 1957), Alexander Blok (1941), William Shakespeare (1944 – 1960), Robert Burns (in Russian translation, 1955). Despite the popularity of Sviridov's instrumental works, both the composer himself and the music critics regarded vocal and choral music to be his main strengths. Pathetic Oratorio(1959) after Vladimir Mayakovsky has been called a masterful musical rendering of one of the most popular Soviet poets. Sviridov's prolific vocal chamber and vocal symphonic output includes Oratorio To the memory of Sergei Yesenin (1956), Little Cantata Wooden Russia (1964) after Yesenin, Cantata Songs of Kursk (1964), Spring Cantata (1972) after Nikolai Nekrasov, songs, romances, and cantatas after Fyodor Tyutchev, Sergei Yesenin, Alexander Blok, Boris Pasternak, Alexander Prokofiev, Robert Rozhdestvensky.
While Sviridov's music remains little known in the West, his works received high praise in his homeland for their memorable lyrical melodies and national flavor.
Taken from Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgy_Sviridov
Waltz
G. SVIRIDOV Lyrics
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A corpse of dead mouse
Trying not to scream out
No ideas for this waltz
Dancing quiet on the stage
I can't turn the page
Fighting in the same days
Asking me not to stay
Keep the same ways
Beat the same fakes
Eat the same cakes
Faking in the same ways
Paying the same cakes
Clogging the same veins
Locked in the same space
I don't want this again
I'm not going home
I'm trying to complain
To my microphone
Now in the garden there's a lot of salt
And all I can see is an unpainted wall
Heartless men live happily in an empty hall
No flowers blooms, this is not a waltz
Now in the garden there's a lot of salt
And all I can see is an unpainted wall
Heartless men live happily in an empty hall
No flowers blooms, this is not a waltz
Another day alone in house
I think I screamed out loud
I didn't answer your call
But there's no ideas for this waltz
Don't try to understand me
Don't try to remember this
I have to count to ten again
This is driving me insane
Crazy in one two three
Hopeless in two four six
Driving me insane
Driving me insane
Crazy in one two three
Hopeless in two four six
Repeat this again
This is driving me insane
I don't want this again
I'm not going home
I'm trying to complain
To my microphone
Now in the garden there's a lot of salt
And all I can see is an unpainted wall
Heartless men live happily in an empty hall
No flowers blooms, this is not a waltz
Now in the garden there's a lot of salt
And all I can see is an unpainted wall
Heartless men live happily in an empty hall
No flowers blooms, this is not a waltz
I'm trying to find new ideas for this waltz
I'm trying to find new ideas for this waltz
The song "Waltz" by Georgy Sviridov depicts a world where the government and those in power are corrupt, and the common people are struggling every day. The character of Mama, who goes down to the district town every day, represents the common folk who are trying to do what is right. They are relying on Mama, who is the law, to stand up for them and make sure justice is served. Mama, as a symbol of the common people, serves as a contrast to the corrupt government officials who work in the capital. The chorus, "Keep it how it is, don't change a thing, even if the sky rain down blood, you'll let the bells ring," emphasizes the idea that those in power are more concerned with maintaining their status and control than with the lives of the people they are meant to serve. The use of the waltz rhythm creates a somber and reflective mood, emphasizing the seriousness of the situation.
Line by Line Meaning
Mama goes down
Every day, Mama travels to the district town.
To the district town
Mama visits the district town.
Every day in the morn
Mama makes this journey every morning.
Cause she is the law
Mama has a position of authority.
And she ain't got no flaws
Mama is perfect in her role.
And does right by whom she can
Mama tries to do the right thing for everyone.
The same can't be said
This does not apply to everyone.
For all of the heads
The leaders in the capital city.
Who work in the capital
Those in government in the capital.
They are obliged
They have a duty.
To watch people die
To witness death.
And make sure the world goes turn
To keep everything moving.
Keep it how it is
To maintain the status quo.
Don't change a thing
To resist change.
Even if the sky rain down blood
Even in the face of catastrophic events.
They'll let the bells ring
They will continue with business as usual.
It's a full plate
They have a lot to deal with.
For the deep state
The government with hidden agendas.
Tryin' to keep they heads on straight
Trying to avoid being corrupted by power and influence.
So they don't become
To avoid becoming something.
Or ever succumb to
Or giving in to something.
Everything that they hate
Things that go against their values.
Like in the cold war
Similar to what happened in the Cold War.
Where you're never sure
A time of uncertainty.
Who's who or who has been made
Who is really who or who has been manipulated.
Things will remain
Things will not change.
Totally insane
The situation is crazy.
And you'll do the best that you can
People will do what they can in these circumstances.
Keep it how it is
To maintain the status quo.
Don't change a thing
To resist change.
Even if the sky rain down blood
Even in the face of catastrophic events.
You'll let the bells ring
To continue with business as usual.
Keep it how it is
To maintain the status quo.
Don't change a thing
To resist change.
Even if the sky rain down blood
Even in the face of catastrophic events.
You'll let the bells ring
To continue with business as usual.
Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Gabriel da Silva
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@user-kh8kj5dc5z
Да и "Тройка", и "Зимняя дорога" тоже из той же категории.
В юности был глупым. Учился в музыкальной школе абы как. Посчастливилось работать в духовом оркестре. Потом пять лет джаза в политехническом. Год в армии в военном оркестре.
И вот практически в 30 лет поступил в институт культуры.
Не так давно опять нарвался на цикл "Метель" Свиридова. Восприятие другое, нежели в детстве.
Первые же звуки "Тройки" или "Зимней дороги" и я банальным образом не знал куда деться на работе - слезы полились из глаз ручьем...
Я дорос до такой музыки.
Слушаешь и видишь сани, поземку, всполохи метели. Ощущаешь на лице уколы снежинок, укусы мороза, радость дороги переполняет.
Только этим циклом Свиридов обрёл бессмертие! А ведь ещё есть "Время, вперёд!" Основная тема под документальную хронику тридцатых годов - это нечто!
@user-ke3xv6ky6v
Г.В.Свиридов гений на все времена, низкий поклон. Душа улетает.
@user-zm3rk6wf9x
горжусь тобой
@user-pv7qz8cd1y
В трудные минуты жизни,когда нет выхода,нет помощи,опускаются руки вдруг услышишь музыку из,,Метели,, любимого Г, Свиридова сердцем и умом поймёшь,ты нужен кому то,у тебя есть Родина, друг задушевный,и ты обязан жить,и все это гениальный Свиридов,его божественная музыка дающая. силы и.волю к жизни,спасибо вам ,, вечная память ,,мир праху,и царствие небесное,,,,,,,, низкий
@user-xn9ms8kn6z
Эту музыку можно слушать вечно ...
@user-kv6es3cm5e
Низкий поклон и огромное спасибо Владимиру Федосееву великлепному дирижеру и оркестру за прекрасную работу!!!
@user-cl8ge7tc9k
Федосеев великолепен! Просто красавец ! Любуюсь.
@user-ok7gx7cr9o
Горжусь, что я родилась и живу в стране, где создавались подобные шедевры великими композиторами.
@user-lh1ej3nf5o
Ваша страна давно перестала создавать музыку, она создает убийц
@user-gq1hv3dh9l
Даже в очень трудные минуты жизни, такая Божественная музыка делает тебя счастливым человеком. Слава Богу, что он посылает и благословляет такие таланты!
@user-yj2cw9pt3u
Истинно !