« I don't know where to find you ... »

 

 

Писать ли Вам,  что тайный пламень
Горит в душе моей опять,
И сердце, прежде хладный камень,
Способно снова  обожать?
К чему слова, слова и звуки,
Безароматные цветы,
Без слез страдания и муки,
Без  вдохновения мечты?

 

 

Позвольте ж мне,  богиня  света,
Сказать Вам то, что без конца
Таилось  в сердце без ответа,
В душе сгорающей певца.
Восторгов пламенных не нужно,
Без них могу я сохранить
Души и сердца Пламень южный
И счастье снова окрылить.

 

 

Меня судьба к Тебе приносит,
К Твоим ногам — всю жизни кровь,
И у Тебя одно лишь просит:
Хранить  в себе мою любовь...

( Александр Блок. 23 декабря 1898 )

 

 

 

А помещеу-ка я ещё одну тему. Всё равно не спится.

Спасаюсь блогом.

А песня-хороооша.
И исполнители - оригинала и кавера - ещё как хороши.

Эту песню - по слухам -  Лара Фабиан исполнила на фестивале «Новая Волна 2009» 

 

 

 

«Lara Fabian (born Lara Crokaert, January 9, 1970) is a Belgian international singer who also holds Canadian citizenship. Multilingual, she sings in French, Italian, Spanish, and English, in all of which she is fluent.

She has also sung in Portuguese, and once in Hebrew on Israel's 60th Independence Day celebrations and in German in 1988 for a version of "Croire" (ger.: "glaub" eng.: "believe"), although she speaks neither language fluently. She also speaks a little Dutch (Flemish). She has sold over 18 million records worldwide so far. She is a lyric soprano with a four octave vocal range — from Eb (Eb3) below middle C (C4) to soprano high G# (G#6). She has belted up to high A.»

 

 

«Лара Фабиан (фр. Lara Fabian, настоящая фамилия — Крокар (фр. Crokaert); род. 9 января 1970, Эттербеек, Бельгия) — франкоязычная певица бельгийско-итальянского происхождения, гражданка Канады. Исполняет песни на французском, английском, итальянском, испанском, португальском, русском и других языках.
Голос Лары Фабиан обладает певческим диапазоном в 4,1 октавы, а также может быть классифицирован как лирическое сопрано. При пении Лара также использует свистковый регистр, а также вибрато.»

 

 

 

 

LARA FABIAN.

 

«ADAGIO»

 

 

 

(T. Albinoni -
Rick Allison, Lara Fabian, Dave Pickell)

 

 

 

 

I don't know where to find you
I don't know how to reach you
I hear your voice in the wind
I feel you under my skin
Within my heart and my soul
I wait for you...
                  Adagio

 

 

All of these nights without you
All of my dreams surround you
I see and I touch your face
I fall into your embrace
When the time is right I know
You'll be in my arms...
                        Adagio

 

 

I close my eyes and I find a way
No need for me to pray
I've walked so far
I've fought so hard
Nothing more to explain
I know all that remains
Is a piano that plays

 

 

If you know where to find me
If you know how to reach me
Before this light fades away
Before I run out of faith
Be the only man to say
That you'll hear my heart
That you'll give your life
Forever you'll stay

 

 

Don't let this light fade away
Don't let me run out of faith
Be the only man to say
That you believe, make me believe
You won't let go...
                   Adagio

 

 

 

 

А вот как её спела ( кавeр, да?) дочка А. Серова - Мишель Серова.

 

 

Послушайте. 

 

 

Я не знаю, где найти тебя,
Я не знаю, как достичь тебя,
Я слышу твой голос в звуке ветра,
Я чувствую тебя под кожей,
В моём сердце и в моей душе
Я жду тебя,
Aдажио.

 

 

Все эти ночи без тебя,
Все мои сны о тебе,
Я вижу и прикасаюсь к твоему лицу,
Я в твоих объятиях,
Я знаю, в нужное время
Ты будешь рядом,
Aдажио.

 

 

Я закрываю глаза и нахожу путь,
Мне не нужно молиться,
Я прошла такой длинный путь,
Я так боролась,
Больше нечего объяснять,
Я знаю, всё, что останется, –
Лишь звук фортепиано.

 

 

Если ты знаешь, где найти меня,
Если ты знаешь, как достичь меня,
До того, как этот свет угаснет,
До того, как я потеряю веру,
Будь тем единственным, кто скажет,
Что слышит мое сердце,
Что отдаст свою жизнь,
Кто останется навсегда.

 

 

Не дай угаснуть этому свету,
Не дай мне потерять веру,
Будь единственным,
кто скажет что верит,
Заставь меня поверить,
что ты не отпустишь меня,
Aдажио.

 

 

 

 

А к странице с великолепным пением, с  дивными Блоковскими строками - бесподобная нежная живопись Испанского( снова - Барселона!)  художника - Josep Domenech. 
 Разве - не чудо? Adagio. Адажио.

« Josep Domenech
"My works of art are food for thought. A combination of emotions is reflected in my paintings. Work is such an important part of my life, because, for me, there are still a lot of things

to discover and learn."

I believe that artists live their work intensely. It’s their passion 24 hours a day and is a way of life rather than a job. And, as time goes by this passion sharpens and improves the quality of the work more and more. I think that when the inspiration comes, it is better that it reaches you while you are working in the studio. 

 

With regards to the routine of a regular day – I constantly have a notebook with me to take impressions and notes that cross my mind during the day. This helps me see the development through my drawings. From this notebook I can see that I bounce around the same ideas and have the same intentions for my paintings all the time, even though I may not know it at the time.

 

 

I was born in Barcelona in 1952, and come from a working class family. My grandfather together with my father, had a little carpenter’s workshop in the centre of Barcelona. I therefore practically grew up in between the wood, furniture, glue, sandpaper and varnishes used in the workshop.

This learning served a basis for my study in design at the High School of Arts and Crafts in the Masana School, Barcelona. My professional life as an artist began in 1989, when I left the carpentry business, and dedicated myself fulltime to painting. In 1974 I presented my work to the Sala Pares – a prestigious gallery in Barcelona, which was a great opportunity for any young artist. The selection of my work was a pleasant surprise to them, which pleased me greatly as it was the first time that any of the public had viewed my work. In 1985, I entered a competition that was

 dedicated to sporting artists.

 

The competition was held because Baron Pierre de Couvertein, the initiator of the modern Olympic Games, wanted to re-create the relationship between art and sports that had existed in ancient Greece. I won first prize in that competition and that award allowed me to introduce my paintings to many art galleries. After this competition came many more like it, as well as numerous exhibitions. I was lucky that just that one painting exposed me to all of that.

 

 

At this time the economy was not in a good state, and in Spain it was often said that “hunger sharpens inventiveness”. This was certainly true for me. I had to economize with materials and thus I began to work with oils in a way that I had previously only worked with watercolors (this greatly developed my style of painting). I applied the oil with rags, stumps or capes that were usually only used to varnish or polish the furniture. I used the color very diluted with trementine essence, applying and eliminating it, and letting the paint dry many times over. This is how my technique began. Although it was purely an economical decision to paint in this way back then, this is now not a cheap way for me to paint. It is actually the opposite. I am also not able to use a normal canvas; I have to prepare it first. Also, the pigment of my oils have to be pure and of the highest quality.

 

 

The thing that really inspired me to become a painter was Vincent Minelli’s film ‘The Mad Man with the Red Hair’, based on Van Gogh’s life and his relationship with Gaugin. Together with a close friend of mine, who was also interested in art, we used to take boxes of paints (I took my father’s oils box) and head for the countryside to paint ‘au plein air’ landscapes, which we captured in an evidently ‘impressionist’ style.

 

 

 

 

I spent most nights working in my studio, a short distance away from my home. My work could have been classed as too academic up until 1978, when an important event occurred for me that changed my style of painting – the birth of my first daughter, and following that, 

two more children in 1981 and 1986.  »

 

 

 

 

Не ты ль в моих мечтах, певучая, прошла
Над берегом Невы и за чертой столицы?
Не ты ли тайный страх сердечный совлекла
С отвагою мужей и с нежностью девицы?

Ты песнью без конца растаяла в снегах
И раннюю весну созвучно повторила.
Ты шла звездою мне, но шла в дневных лучах
И камни площадей и улиц освятила.

 

 

Тебя пою, о, да! Но просиял твой свет
И вдруг исчез — в далекие туманы.
Я направляю взор в таинственные страны,—

Тебя не вижу я, и долго бога нет.
Но верю, ты взойдешь, и вспыхнет сумрак алый,
Смыкая тайный круг, в движеньи запоздалый.

( Александр Блок. 8 июля 1901. )