Lili Boulanger - Le Retour (1912)

[@percy445]

always a privilege to hear her work

[@WocklessGamingforAnimeMoms]

This is some really dark shit.

[@stevenej9894]

beautiful performance of a remarkable piece.

[@pilouetmissiou]

Une mélodie superbe.. Lili Boulanger était vraiment douée..

[@stephenjablonsky1941]

Make special note of the fact that you just listened to a piece in F# major. Music in this key is very rare.

[@SuperheroChuck]

Sure, but there is also a great deal of music in Gb

[@dominikclarke6545]

every single piece of Messiaen:

[@MariaOrtiz-yn3be]

Beautifull! Thanks for sharing!

[@musikant-d2x]

Wonderful!

[@EmanuelGaldr]

This feels orchestral, somehow. The piano hands move like different sections of an orchestra would.

[@sxs1103]

환상적인 사운드 디자인

[@ninjaassassin27]

A blessing from the gods!

[@JohnSpawn1]

Le Retour Georges Delaquys Ulysse part la voile au vent, Vers Ithaque aux ondes chéries, Avec des bercements la vague roule et plie. Au large de son coeur la mer aux vastes eaux Où son oeil suit les blancs oiseaux Egrène au loin des pierreries. Ulysse part la voile au vent, Vers Ithaque aux ondes chéries! Penché oeil grave et coeur battant Sur le bec d'or de sa galère Il se rit, quand le flot est noir, de sa colère Car là-bas son cher fils pieux et fier attend Après les combats éclatants, La victoire aux bras de son père. Il songe, oeil grave et coeur battant Sur le bec d'or de sa galère. Ulysse part la voile au vent, Vers Ithaque aux ondes chéries.

[@JohnSpawn1]

The Return English Translation © Richard Stokes Ulysses sets out, sails to the wind, Towards Ithaca on beloved waves, Which rise and fall and sway. Before the open sea of his heart, the vast ocean, Where his eyes follow the white birds, Scatters in the distance precious jewels. Ulysses sets out, sails to the wind, Towards Ithaca on beloved waves. Leaning, with serious gaze and beating heart, On the golden prow of his boat, He laughs at his anger, when black waves threaten, For yonder his dear, devout and proud son awaits, After astounding victories, his triumphant father. He dreams, with serious gaze and beating heart, By the golden prow of his boat. Ulysses sets out, sails to the wind, Towards Ithaca on beloved waves.

[@XinhaoZheng]

Nathalie *DANG*! (

[@Michail_Chatziasemidis]

LoL 🤣

[@milgaru]

damn boulanger looks cute