My father was killed during the former Soviet Invasion in Afghanistan. He was a military doctor. He was gentle, kind and intuitive. I was young when he passed away. When I listen to this amazing music I feel my father's spirit is with me and in a way he's never gone away. 💞
This reminds me of my daughter, she used to play this on the piano, she is becoming a religious sister and lives far away from me, but when I listen to this, it reminds me of her beautiful playing. Praise God for the gifts that he gives each of us and music is one of them.
It's been almost 200 years since the release of this beautiful music And yet here we are, sharing this music with people around 200 years Music is like a chain of emotion. It crosses borders and ages without any limit, connects people around in emotions This is the true beauty of music
To me, classical music is real music. Most of the modern garbage you see can’t even touch the tip of it’s penis compared to classical music. There is nothing more beautiful in this world than listening to this song or things like Bach, Mozart, or Beethoven. Fun fact about Bach, I think his time with music was even before the classical age and during the Baroque period if I’m correct with history.
I usually play this music when I'm writing in my journal book, when I want to be at least with someone sharing that moment, or when I have to feel at peace. I truly understand , friend.
I'm setting in the sea , I see the sunshine . It's cold a little bit with coffee and a book listening to this wonderful music I feel just great and positive about myself oh God thank you 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
making me feel feelings above space and time, making me think of all and none at once, making me miss a lover from my dreams i never met or will never have, filling my soul with such sorrow that solely Edgar Poe and Terenti Graneli would be able to understand.. an enchanting melody, one of the main reasons why humankind had to survive for so long.
Gorgeous celos and violines that play with the beauty of emotion and love, physic interaction amongst the hands is forgotten as the heart follows with the body
hayatın onca olumsuzluğuna rağmen geceleri oturup en sevdiğim besteleri dinlemek içimi ısıtıyor. onca yaşananlara rağmen camus'un de dediği gibi sisifosun mutluluğunu üzerimde taşıyorum ancak günümüzün insanları bu mutluluğumu sadece şu besteyi dinlediğim 5-10 dakikada yaşamama imkan veriyor...
Esta es interpretación musical wue tanto me agrada y que me trae recuerdos imborrables. Recuerdos cargados de emoción. Nosotras las tres hermanas éramos pequeñas y estudiábamos baile clásico. Y bailábamos en el colegio. El público se venía abajo de aplausos. Porque éramos muy pequeñas y la canción es una locura. Las luces nos enceguecian. Menos mal porque nos moríamos de vergüenza. Comparto con ustedes éstos recuerdos. Gracias.
Não espere encontrar muitos brasileiros em vídeos de músicas clássicas, muitos brasileiros detestam esse tipo de gênero burguês e capitalista (contém ironia).
Bu güzel eseri birkaç yıl önce ilk kez dinlediğimde bayılmıştım ve yorumlardan görüp Serenad ı okumalıyım demiştim bugün Serenad ı bitirdim ve tek kelimeyle muhteşemdi artık buraya her gelişim Max ve Nadia için bir elveda olacak onların yaşayamadıkları güzel anlar içinde dinleyeceğim şimdi bile gözlerim doluyo hala gözyaşım kalmış demek ki artık her sona ulaştığımda Elveda Max , elveda Nadia...
This song simply reminds me of what I haven't achieved. It reminds me of the happy life I could have lived and reminds me that so far I have achieved nothing. I want to act against it, but I don't know where to start, so it reminds me that I'm simply unable to do anything about it. It's a wonderful piece of music. At the first melody, my whole body literally got goosebumps, from my head down to my toes, a shiver ran down my spine
Wow man I felt that to the core. Keep trying is all you can do, I've admitted defeat for too long and it becomes the norm. Life can be shit but it's songs like this that show how beautiful it can be! Respect. ❤
Qd j’écoute cette musique je me vous valser ds une grande salle avec des lumières éblouissantes portant une robe magnifique et tourner tourner sans m’arrêter toute seule ds un monde de paix et de sérénité
If a nuke warning ever goes off ill take a nice glass of wine, sit down wearing a cross necklase and listen to this masterpiece as I get shreded to atoms
تاخذي هذه اﻻلحان الى عالم ﻻ اعرف ماهو حتى انني اجهل بل اعجز عن وصفة...انه أجمل بكثير من عالمنا هذا. ..عالم يسود به البياض..سكانه من المﻻئكة....عالم يكثر به الحب والتسامح♡
As I young child went to my first ballet, and when I saw it and heard Swan Lake was mesmerized to the dance and music I wanted to be a ballerina sooo bad but unfortunaltey was not put in school which to this day brings me to tears when I listen to his music.
People saw this song into some romantic environment, i saw myself seated in a chair of a dark living room with curtains covering the light, while looking to the nothing, expecting something better to come, maybe happiness, while this song play in some object in the right, on some table.
Such a moving piece...almost like someone telling me it's okay to close me eyes and rest, that I've already earned it. It will be okay, so long as I remember my promise, and wake up again later. It will be fine, for now.
Zülfü Livaneli- Serenad🤍 okurken kalbinizin ezildiğini hissedebilirsiniz. Hele ki Serenad’ı dinlerken okumak bambaşka bir yolculuk… kalbimde yeri çok başka🤍
I been listening to this track on loop nowadays, doesn't understand anything but somehow its very sentimental. The "hmmmmmmmm" Part is so amazing. Don't know much about the soviet history but must had been dark and sad. Peace and love to the artist who did this track. Love from 🇮🇳India
I first heard this song with a video called "The touch of the master's hand" and oh my goodness I've never cried so much as I did when listening to this. Beautiful.
So magical, it plays so smoothly that ykur feet start immediately moving when the first beat drops 😍😍 it really takes me somewhere else , somewhere better .Heaven ,it is !
Imagining myself in a dark room, staring at my own things that decide to desert me with no tears .. no pain .. no regret. To things that had belonged to me .. Goodbye and all the best.
Think of an Austrian, an Austrian who takes everyone who listens to him to different lands. When I listen to this, what comes to my mind are two lovers named Nadia and Max. Two characters in Zülfü Livaneli's book Serenade. Even though the end of one of them seemed to be death, their love was integrated with this composition. I will re-write here, in world language, a sentence of the opening paragraph I just wrote to attend a conference: Art makes people live. Whatever branch of art you are in, don't give up. You make life more livable, friends. You add color to life; You are a true artist with your plays, compositions, paintings, sculptures and buildings. Protect your society and race.
