Performed by Jeanette Senores and Harold Guilang in UST Composition Forum (March 31, 2017)

An artsong inspired from Robert Frost's poem "Fire and Ice"

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

"Fire And Ice" by Kevin Senores

Performed by Rovic Solomo and Paolo Cainap in UST Composition Forum (March 31, 2017)

Бессмертный человек Pоссии (tr. Bessmertnyy Chelovek Rossii; lit. The Immortal Man of Russia) is an artsong featuring tonal (planing), atonal (serialism), and post-tonal (synthetic scale) techniques respectively representing eras of Russia. The character subliminally personifies Russia by referencing their history.

Lyrics:
Я был славянским ребенком, проживающим на Руский каганат. Неясно, кто я такой.
Я позволил им победить меня; Чудо, я все еще дышу. Боже, царя храни!
Я бессмертный человек , и Смерть испугалась. Я храню тепло ,генерал зимы
С нами Бог! С нами Бог!
Я бессмертный человек, и Смерть испугалась. Я храню тепло моей водки.

Пролетарии всех стран, соединяйтесь!
Я человек, который стал свидетелем крови моих товарищей
Эта кровь построена советом
Снизьте жадность с классовым сознанием
Овладейте средствами производства

Я человек, который стал свидетелем крови моих товарищей
Кровь моих товарищей , я смотрю как она утекает.
Я бессмертный человек, хотя холод поглотил меня
Снежные улицы Москвы ,мои сапоги оставляют следы
Хотя я онемел, Я чувствую все!
Я бессмертный человек, они боятся меня

Translation:
I was a child who lived as a Slav residing Rus’ Khaganate.
Not clearly knowing who I am; I let them conquer me.
Miraculously, I’m still breathing.

I am the man who is still living, and Death was scared.
I cherish the warmth of general winter. God is with us!
The warmth of my vodka soothes me.

Workers of the world, unite!
I am the man who witnessed the blood of my comrades
That turned into Soviet steel, diminished greed with class consciousness
Seizing the means of production.
I am the man who witnessed the blood of my comrades, of how it flows away.

I am the man who is still living, though the cold consumed me.
It was nice to walk along the streets of Moscow
Where you can see the footsteps carved the snow.
Although, I feel nothing, I feel everything.
I am the man who is still living, and they were scared.

"Бессмертный человек России" by Tricia Tuanquin

University of Santo Tomas | Conservatory of Music | Composition Department

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