Ethno-Jazz project Baraka based in Riga (Latvia) continues its plunge into the mysterious world of oriental art. The new album was inspired by a thousand year old history of lyrical poetry from Iran, Afghanistan and Tajikistan.
The main voice of "Gole Sangam" is a true bearer of the Tajik song tradition, a singer named Zarina Tadjibaeva, who's presently residing in Europe. She is assisted by the band permanent soloist Devika Evsikova and one more guest of the art project – performer Iran Raihi who reads verses of modern Iranian poets to the accompaniment of the band.
Ancient Persian ghazals and modern Central Asian pop music are intertwined with intricate jazz improvisations and mellifluous notes of lounge into a motley likeness of a Persian carpet.
"Gole Sangam" should certainly bridge yet another gap between the East and the West.
I am like a stone flower, if you do not shine on me like The Sun with its rays. If you do not rain on me, there is nothing you can learn about me. Like the wind I am blowing around you besotted.
Zarina Tadjibaeva vocal
Devika Evsikova fretless bass, chapman stick, vocal
Deniss Pashkevich tenor sax
Artem Sarvi hammond B3 organ
Egor Kovaikov guitar solo
Dmitry Evsikov congo, bongo
Let us go to the mountains where deer live, let us go to the glade where rabbits live. But there is a hunter, what if he kills the creatures of the forest? Hunter, do not kill them, otherwise your beloved will suffer, the souls of animals will not forgive you for this!
Zarina Tadjibaeva vocal
Devika Evsikova chapman stick
Deniss Pashkevich flute
Artem Sarvi rhodes piano, synth solo
Egor Kovaikov acoustic guitar, rhythm guitar
Marcis Vasilevskis solo electric guitar
Dmitry Evsikov congo, bongo
A conversation between two lovers, who are far apart from each other.
Iran Riahi spoken words
Artem Sarvi hammond B3 organ
Dmitry Evsikov congo, bongo, darbuka
Devika Eviksova chapman stick
From the Komarob Gorge a pomegranate has been brought to a girl. What a beauty – the bride. The food is on the table, pilaw is ready, meet the guests.
Zarina Tadjibaeva vocal
Egor Kovaikov indian sitar
Artur Kutepov solo guitar
Vilnis Kundrāts tenor sax
Artem Sarvi rhodes piano
Dmitry Evsikov darbuka, ghatam
Devika Eviksova chapman stick, fretless bass, vocal
Cruel is my fate, foreign land is not dear to me.
My joy, my love in an orange robe, remove
these chains from my shoulders! Who would
have pity on us, soothe our sadness.
Zarina Tadjibaeva vocal
Devika Evsikova chapman stick, vocal
Egor Kovaikov solo guitar
Madars Kalniņš hammond B3 organ, synth solo
Dmitry Evsikov congo, bongo, darbuka
инструментальная композиция
Devika Eviksova chapman stick, rhodes piano
Dmitry Evsikov daff , tabla, bongo
A flower blossoms in the meadow, no one can pick it – it will not even allow itself to be touched. So intoxiating is its fragrance that I do not notice how my fingers are hurt by the thorns.
Zarina Tadjibaeva vocal
Devika Evsikova vocal, chapman stick
Deniss Pashkevich flute
Egor Kovaikov acoustic guitar
Artem Sarvi rhodes piano, synth solo
Zigmund Zukovsky bass
Dmitry Evsikov congo
A lover is complaining: "I have given you everything I had, and it is fine, but i cannot forgive you because you misuded my love. I am disenchanted".
Iran Riahi spoken words
Devika Eviksova chapman stick
Jānis Amantov trumpet
Artem Sarvi hammond B3 organ
Dmitry Evsikov congo
I want to go to the mountains, to hunt deer, I want to meet you, conquer you, my beloved Laili. But where is my rifle? There, behind the village, you murdered your loved one, and wrote a letter with his blood. Your face is like The Moon, your glance is like an arrow, your dark eyes took away my heart. I saw how the doves flew from the roof as you cast them into the sky.
Zarina Tadjibaeva vocal
Devika Evsikova vocal, chapman stick
Jānis Amantov trumpet
Artur Kutepov solo guitar
Vilnis Kundrāts tenor sax
Madars Kalniņš rhodes piano
Zigmund Zukovsky fretless bass
Dmitry Evsikov bongo, darbuka
Zarina Tadjibaeva vocal
Devika Eviksova chapman stick, fretless bass, vocal
Artur Kutepov solo guitar
Vilnis Kundrāts tenor sax
Artem Sarvi rhodes piano
Dmitry Evsikov darbuka, clay pot
My sweet Bibi Sanam, from the land where pomegranates grow. No one knew what was in our hearts. No one appre- ciated our festivity. Aside from the wind in this strange city, no one understood the meaning of our celebration. You have appeared in my dreams amidst thousands of flowers. Yet, I long to see you in my waking hours. Even if all the flowers in this world wither, in my heart you will always blossom.
Zarina Tadjibaeva vocal
Devika Eviksova chapman stick, bass guitar
Artur Kutepov solo guitar
Egor Kovaikov indian sitar
Madars Kalniņš rhodes piano
Dmitry Evsikov congo, bongo, ghatam
The flower in my vase was broken in the wind. Come back to me before I cry. Alas,
the night flower is no longer fragrant. Who picked this night flower?
A piece of the sky is full of rainbows, I am like the darkness, you are like The Moon.
If the wind does not touch your hair, I will get lost in the woods of your dreams.
My flower in the vase, my moonshine on the veranda, I am left without you like a fish without water.
The flower of all passions has withered, I have become a river, and my heart has turned into a swamp.
Zarina Tadjibaeva vocal
Devika Eviksova chapman stick, fretless bass
Marcis Vasilevskis solo guitar
Jānis Amantovs trumpet
Dmitry Evsikov daff
Artem Sarvi rhodes piano
инструментальная композиция
Dmitry Evsikov daff , mridangam, ghatam, darbuka, clay pot
Once again, a conversation between the two lovers. She is trying to assure him that they can enjoy being togehter, she is endeavoring to keep all troubles away.
Zarina Tadjibaeva vocal
Iran Riahi spoken words
Devika Eviksova chapman stick
Madars Kalnins rhodes piano, synth solo
Dmitry Evsikov darbuka
