Poets And Lighthouses

by Albert Kuvezin And Yat-Kha

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Christine Seed lve been lucky to have had a chance to see Yat-Kha in concert in Kendal lakes UK.and nothing hits you in the solar plexus like the amazing voice. My Yat kha t shirt wore out years ago..and so happy to find this album.xx..It is a incredible journey to listen and fly free as you immerse yourself in the beauty of this album.
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Daniel Z I have worked and played with Albert and he is a true artist with a joy and inspiring sound to share with the world. Do you yourself a favor and support Albert and his sound !
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Lighthouses resemble poets Watching only perilous things – A storm in the center of the wind Or an approaching tide Poets resemble lighthouses Experiencing anguish They build their solitude Because their light Is always stolen by the distance Their interior Is deeper than any darkness Poets resemble lighthouses Experiencing anguish They build their solitude
Я родом из таинства Черного нёба От Черного Солнца лечу ветерком До Звездной Медведицы темного неба В людских сновидениях купаясь тайком Мой бубен как щит мысли зла отражает Снижаюсь в потоке Полярной звезды Она, на удачу, меня провожает Я самый могучий шаман высоты Спустился до области Белого неба И светлое солнце меня обожгло Оно не пускает, ни разу там не был Я прочь улетаю – опять не прошло Космически путь до Луны продолжаю Холодной волной оттолкнула она Там чистые души их взгляд поражает К Земле тороплюсь – рассветает весна
“Dying is a simple matter” – said me long –bearded old Chinese - “Once you understand Taoism.” Poor chilly student that I am, Yes, I agree, you’re absolutely right. Let me shake you by the hand. If it were winter and fire in the stove, And cheer wife were serving me My second bowl of goulash, Then I would love to talk philosophy, Discussing Taoism and death. Yes, mate, I’d shake you by the hand then. Yes, mate, I’d shake you by the hand then. Yes, mate, I’d shake you by the hand then. Yes, mate, I’d shake you by the hand.
Байырлыг! Балыг сөзүм чаңгызы! Баскан изим балалды, балалды... Байырлыг! Артымда Аартынган кара түн. Адым адап кышкырба, кышкырба Артпас мен! Кагдынган Кажар дүштер четкизи. Катап мени тыппазын, тыппазын Кажан-даа! Аспактан Адыжымда херелим. Аткан даңче апар-ла, апар-ла Аспас мен!
The Cry 04:18
Once in the grass There lived a nervous insect, The tiniest creature in the whole wide world. He’d been afraid of the wind all his life And so, to get away from it, He dug a hole, sweating and panting. It took a year to do. Once in the hole He was cowering happily, When the gentlest zephyr in the whole wide world Fanned softly and blew a tiny bit of earth into the hole. The insect, uttering the smallest saddest cry in the whole wide world Expired. And the whole wide world expired. And the whole wide world expired.
Hey, you! Are you ready for death? The end will come soon. Are you ready? All your priests lie to you, Nobody will survive. Death will take you, Too late to escape. Are you ready for new life? Too late! Get yourself free if you can!
If you live near a hill Frogs come into the living room And a grasshopper chirrups on the clock A dragonfly just passed through the house I’m sitting here with just my pants on Writing this poem Holding the brush Drawing careful strokes, I’m writing about the way I live When I complain of the people or the world When I feel hate or dissatisfaction, It means I haven’t yet got faith enough In my own way of life One’s own grief or happiness Are like the wind That bore the dragon fly away I’m sitting at my desk like this Hoping for a deeper understanding
My heart wakes me up From my bed Turning my eyes to a day break And I understand that life is a forgiving But no one forgives anyone Then I understand That I’m an illusion, Soaring of an eagle and a flow of sand And I understand That we are too little And Earth is fragile in our hands
Поменьше света. Чуточку поменьше! Еще не день, но темень позади. Туман ковыльный на слезах замешан И нежность звезд уже в цветах лежит. Припев: Продлись мгновение откровений смерти, Той самой грани, где душа молчит. Где черно - белым вычерчены нервы И четкость линий чистоту хранит. Уже не ночь, но не настало завтра Большого жара сухости в крови. Уже прошла вчерашняя усталость, Но жить начать пока еще нет сил. Припев: Продлись мгновение откровений смерти, Той самой грани, где душа молчит. Где черно - белым вычерчены нервы И четкость линий чистоту хранит.


The album includes songs in Tuvan and Russian and a number of English translations of Japanese poetry by Amano, Kamimura and Yamamoto, in whose work Albert immersed himself during his time on Jura. While the new album has emerged as a completely acoustic project, don't imagine for a second that this approach has in any way watered down Kuvezin's passion and power. The album will completely redefine and revise your notions of that remarkable beast that has been Albert Kuvezin's take on rock energy for the last 15 years. The band is blistering, sensual, atmospheric and funky, while Albert mutters, soars, intones and enchants like the true shamanic soul that he is.


released April 25, 2020

To accompany Albert's vocals and acoustic guitar playing on this solo project, a new band assembled alongside Perring's contributions of percussion, vocals and various other instruments to create an unexpected but perfect sound for the project. It comprises bass specialist Simon Edwards [fairground attraction, talk talk, beth gibbons, billy bragg, alain bashung], string and fret maverick Lu Edmonds [the mekons, pil, the damned, and yat kha], classical and folk clarinetist Sarah Homer [sarum orchestra, royal shakespeare company] and vocalist extraordinaire Melanie Pappenheim [whose recorded work with jocelyn pook and murray gold is featured in major film and tv scores such as 'eyes wide shut', 'gangs of new york' and 'doctor who']. The album also features a duet with guest Neil Cameron, a local master piper and whisky distiller.
Produced and recorded by Giles Perring on Jura Island (Scotland)


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Yat-Kha город Кызыл, Russian Federation

The group from Tuva, playing an organic fusion of musical traditions of Tuva, Siberia, Asia, with rock music. Its longtime leader and founder - guitarist and singer Albert Kuvezin, which is also one of the founders of another well-known folk group from Tuva - Huun Huur Tu. The group is considered one of the founders of the direction of "ethno-rock". ... more

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