Monday, November 30, 2009
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Saturday, November 28, 2009
Friday, November 27, 2009
BERLIOZ: Roméo et Juliette - Prologue Olga Borodina (mezzo-sopr.); Sir Colin Davis/Wiener Philharmoniker
Premiers transports que nul noublie!
premiers àveux, premiers serments de deux amants
sous les étoiles d'Italie;
dans cet air chaud et sans zéphirs
que l'oranger au loin parfume
où se consume le rossignol en longs soupirs
quel art dans sa langue choisie
rendrait vos célestes appas?
premier amour nètes vous pas plus haut que toute poësie
ou ne seriez vous point dans notre exil mortel
cette poësie, elle mème
dont Shakespeare lui seul eut le secret suprème
et quil remporta dans le ciel.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Nana Mouskouri - Ave Maria no Morro Herivelto Martins
Hay en Rio, un monte de chocitas,
Pobrecitas es el morro, de los negros la mansion.
Es tan humilde, tan desgraciada y tan sencilla,
Ni siquiera una capilla da cobijo para rezar.
Ave Maria, Ave Maria
Aunque no tenga capilla,
Reza la gente sencilla
Ave Maria
Cuando hay fiesta, en monte de chocitas,
Pobrecitas lo celebra con su ritmo ancestral.
Suenan tambores, hay alegria,
Se desenfrenan con los ritmos que resuenan
Con el baile tradicional
Ave Maria, Ave Maria
Aunque no tenga capilla,
Reza la gente sencilla
Ave Maria
Pero se vive cerca del cielo y con piedad
Y la noche con su manto cubre las chozas, lleva la paz.
Alla se escucha, al fin del dia una plegaria, Ave Maria.
Alla se escucha, al fin del dia una plegaria, Ave Maria.
Alla se escucha, al fin del dia una plegaria, Ave Maria.
Alla se escucha, al fin del dia una plegaria, Ave Maria.
Les quatres Chemins de l'Amour -Frida Boccara
Les amoureux qui se tiennent la main On les voit sur les quatre chemins
Que l' amour a dessiné pour eux
Comme un peintre des jours heureux.
S'ils ont choisi le premier semé de fleurs d'été Leur amour ne vivra pas plus loin
Que la rose au matin
Le deuxième les mène au pays
Où le rêve se change en folie Le troisième est un faux paradis
Qui se perd aux rives de l'oubli
Et s'ils veulent s'aimer pour demain
Il ne leur reste plus qu'un chemin
C'est celui du jour et de la nuit
Il faut bien aller là où l'amour est plus calme
Simple jeu où le cœur est plus grand que les yeux
Pour vivre ensemble et vivre vieux
En s' aimant chaque jour un peu mieux x3
Eternellement les amoureux qui se tiennent la main
On les voit sur les quatre chemins
Que l'amour a dessiné pour eux
Comme un peintre des jours heureux.
S'ils ont choisi le premier semé de fleurs d'été
Leur amour ne vivra pas plus loin
Que la rose au matin
Le deuxième les mène au pays
Où le rêve se change en folie
Le troisième est un faux paradis
Qui se perd aux rives de l'oubli
Et s'ils veulent s'aimer pour demain
Il ne leur reste plus qu'un chemin
C'est celui du jour et de la nuit
On peut se tromper
Prendre la route semée d' aventures
Où l'on ne tient pas ce qu'on se jure
Où le cœur se brise contre un mur
Mais il est toujours temps de changer
Il n'est jamais trop tard pour changer
Il n'est jamais trop tard pour aimer
Eternellement les amoureux qui se tiennent la main
On les voit sur les quatre chemins
Que l'amour a dessiné pour eux
Ils se cherchent se trouvent
Toujours se perdent se retrouvent
Toujours ils traversent les nuits et les jours
En suivant leur jeunesse qui court
Sur les quatre chemins de l'amour.
Monday, November 23, 2009
Karita Mattila sings Aria (Cantilena) from Heitor Villa-Lobos' Bachianas Brasileiras no. 5. Neville Marriner conducts the Academy of St Martin in the Fields.
Tarde, uma nuvem rósea, lenta e transparente sobre o espaço. Sonhadora e bela surge no infinito a lua docemente, enfeitando a tarde qual meiga donzela que se apressa, linda, sonhadoramente em anseios d'alma para ficar bela. Grita ao céu e a terra toda a natureza, cala a passarada aos seus tristes queixumes e reflete no mar toda a sua riqueza. Suave a luz da lua desperta agora a cruel saudade que ri e chora! Tarde uma nuvem rósea lenta e transparente sobre o espaço, sonhadora e bela.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Chavela Vargas - Que Te Vaya Bonito
Ojalá que te vaya bonito
ojalá que se acaben tu penas
que te digan que yo ya no existo
que conozcas personas más buenas
que te den lo que no pude darte
aunque yo te haya dado de todo
nunca más volveré a molestarte
te adore te perdí ya ni modo
Cuantas cosas quedaron prendidas
hasta dentro del fondo de mi alma
cuantas luces dejaste encendidas
yo no se como voy a apagarlas
Ojalá que mi amor no te duela
y te olvides de mi para siempre
que se llenen de sangre tus venas
y conozcas una vida de suerte
Yo no se si tu ausencia me mate
aunque tengo mi pecho de acero
pero nadie me llame cobarde
sin saber hasta donde la quiero
Cuantas cosas quedaron prendidas
hasta dentro del fondo de mi alma
cuantas luces dejaste encendidas
yo no se como voy a apagarlas
Mercedes Sosa - Gracias a La Vida
Mercedes Sosa - Obrigado à vida (Violeta Parra)
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me dois olhos que, quando os abro
perfeitamente distingo o preto do branco
e no alto céu, o seu fundo estrelado
e nas multidões, o homem que eu amo.
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me o ouvido que, em toda a amplitude,
grava, noite e dia, grilos e canários
martelos, turbinas, latidos, chuviscos
e a voz tão terna do meu bem amado.
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me o som e o abecedário
e, com ele, as palavras com que penso e falo
mãe, amigo, irmão e luz iluminando
a rota da alma de quem estou amando.
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me a marcha dos meus pés cansados
com eles andei por cidades e charcos,
praias e desertos, montanhas e planícies
pela tua casa, tua rua e teu pátio.
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me o coração que todo se agita
quando vejo o fruto do cérebro humano,
quando vejo o bem tão longe do mal,
quando vejo no fundo do teus olhos claros.
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me o riso e deu-me o pranto
assim eu distingo a felicidade da tristeza,
os dois materiais de que é feito o meu canto
e o canto de todos, que é o meu próprio canto
Obrigado à Vida
Obrigado à Vida
Mercedes Sosa - Thanks to life (Violeta Parra)
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me two beams of light, that when opened,
Can perfectly distinguish black from white
And in the sky above, her starry backdrop,
And from within the multitude
The one that I love.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me an ear that, in all of its width
Records— night and day—crickets and canaries,
Hammers and turbines and bricks and storms,
And the tender voice of my beloved.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me sound and the alphabet.
With them the words that I think and declare:
"Mother," "Friend," "Brother" and the light shining.
The route of the soul from which comes love.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me the ability to walk with my tired feet.
With them I have traversed cities and puddles
Valleys and deserts, mountains and plains.
And your house, your street and your patio.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me a heart, that causes my frame to shudder,
When I see the fruit of the human brain,
When I see good so far from bad,
When I see within the clarity of your eyes...
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me laughter and it gave me longing.
With them I distinguish happiness and pain—
The two materials from which my songs are formed,
And your song, as well, which is the same song.
And everyone's song, which is my very song.
Thanks to life
Thanks to life
Thanks to life
Thanks to life
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me dois olhos que, quando os abro
perfeitamente distingo o preto do branco
e no alto céu, o seu fundo estrelado
e nas multidões, o homem que eu amo.
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me o ouvido que, em toda a amplitude,
grava, noite e dia, grilos e canários
martelos, turbinas, latidos, chuviscos
e a voz tão terna do meu bem amado.
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me o som e o abecedário
e, com ele, as palavras com que penso e falo
mãe, amigo, irmão e luz iluminando
a rota da alma de quem estou amando.
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me a marcha dos meus pés cansados
com eles andei por cidades e charcos,
praias e desertos, montanhas e planícies
pela tua casa, tua rua e teu pátio.
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me o coração que todo se agita
quando vejo o fruto do cérebro humano,
quando vejo o bem tão longe do mal,
quando vejo no fundo do teus olhos claros.
Obrigado à vida que me tem dado tanto
deu-me o riso e deu-me o pranto
assim eu distingo a felicidade da tristeza,
os dois materiais de que é feito o meu canto
e o canto de todos, que é o meu próprio canto
Obrigado à Vida
Obrigado à Vida
Mercedes Sosa - Thanks to life (Violeta Parra)
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me two beams of light, that when opened,
Can perfectly distinguish black from white
And in the sky above, her starry backdrop,
And from within the multitude
The one that I love.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me an ear that, in all of its width
Records— night and day—crickets and canaries,
Hammers and turbines and bricks and storms,
And the tender voice of my beloved.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me sound and the alphabet.
With them the words that I think and declare:
"Mother," "Friend," "Brother" and the light shining.
The route of the soul from which comes love.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me the ability to walk with my tired feet.
With them I have traversed cities and puddles
Valleys and deserts, mountains and plains.
And your house, your street and your patio.
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me a heart, that causes my frame to shudder,
When I see the fruit of the human brain,
When I see good so far from bad,
When I see within the clarity of your eyes...
Thanks to life, which has given me so much.
It gave me laughter and it gave me longing.
With them I distinguish happiness and pain—
The two materials from which my songs are formed,
And your song, as well, which is the same song.
And everyone's song, which is my very song.
Thanks to life
Thanks to life
Thanks to life
Thanks to life
Mercedes Sosa - Como La Cigarra
Tantas veces me mataron,
tantas veces me morí,
sin embargo estoy aquí
resucitando.
Gracias doy a la desgracia
y a la mano con puñal,
porque me mató tan mal,
y seguí cantando.
Cantando al sol,
como la cigarra,
después de un año
bajo la tierra,
igual que el sobreviviente
que vuelve de la guerra.
Tantas veces me borraron,
tantas desaparecí,
a mi propio entierro fui,
sola y llorando.
Hice un nudo del pañuelo,
pero me olvidé después
que no era la única vez
y seguí cantando.
Cantando al sol,
como la cigarra,
después de un año
bajo la tierra,
igual que el sobreviviente
que vuelve de la guerra.
Tantas veces te mataron,
tantas resucitarás
cuántas noches pasarás
desesperando.
Y a la hora del naufragio
y a la de la oscuridad
alguien te rescatará,
para ir cantando.
Cantando al sol,
como la cigarra,
después de un año
bajo la tierra,
igual que el sobreviviente
que vuelve de la guerra
Chavela Vargas - Paloma Negra
Ya me canso de llorar y no amanece
Ya no sé si maldecirte o por ti rezar
Tengo miedo de buscarte y de encontrarte
Donde me aseguran mis amigos que te vas
Hay momentos en que quisiera mejor rajarme
Y arrancarme ya los clavos de mi penar
Pero mis ojos se mueren si mirar tus ojos
Y mi cariño con la aurora te vuelve a esperar
Y aggaraste por tu cuenta la parranda
Paloma negra paloma negra dónde, dónde andarás?
Ya no jueges con mi honra parrandera
Si tus caricias han de ser mías, de nadie mas
Y aunque te amo con locura ya no vuelves
Paloma negra eres la reja de un penar
Quiero ser libre vivir mi vida con quien yo quiera
Dios dame fuerza que me estoy muriendo por irla a buscar
Y agarraste por tu cuenta las parrandas
Canto Della Terra - Andrea Bocelli
Lyrics translated in English:
"Song about the Earth"
Yes I know
My love, that you and I
Are together briefly
For just a few moments
In silence
As we look out of our windows
And listen
To the sky
And to a world
That's awakening
And the night is already far away
Already, far away
Look at this world
Spinning with us
Even in the dark
Look at this world
Spinning for us
Giving us hope and some
Sun, sun sun
My love, you are you my love
I hear your voice,
And I listen to the sea.
It sounds just like your breathing
And all the love you want to give me
This love
That is there, hidden
Hidden among the waves
All the waves in the world
Just like a boat that....
Look at this world
Spinning with us
Even in the dark
Look at this world
Spinning for us
Giving us hope,
And some sun, sun, sun,
Some sun, sun, sun.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Emma Kirkby - An Evening Hymn - Henry Purcell
Now that the sun hath made his flight
and bids the world goodnight
to the soft bed my body I dispose,
but where shall my soul repose ?
Dear God, even in thy arms,
and can there be any more sweet security ?
Then to thy rest O my soul,
and singing, praise the mercy that prolongs thy days.
Alleluia.
Franz Schubert - Gesang der Geister über den Wassern, D. 714
"The soul of man
Is like the water:
It comes from heaven,
It returns to heaven,
And down again
To earth must go,
Ever changing.
When from the high,
Sheer wall of rock
The pure stream gushes,
It sprays its lovely vapor
In billowing clouds
Towards the smooth rock,
And lightly received,
It goes enshrouded,
Softly hissing
Down to the deep.
Cliffs tower,
Opposing its fall.
Annoyed, it foams
Step by step
Into the abyss.
In a flat bed
It slinks down the grassy vale,
And in the waveless lake
All the stars
Feast on their likeness.
Wind is the wave's
Handsome suitor;
Wind stirs up from the depths
Foaming billows.
Soul of man,
How like to the water!
Fate of man,
How like to the wind!"
Bariton: Thomas Hampson /Mahler - Die zwei blauen Augen von meinem Schatz
Die zwei blauen Augen
Die zwei blauen augen von meinem Schatz,
die haben mich in die weite Welt geschikt.
Da mut’ ich Abschied nehmen
Vom allerliebsten Platz!
O Augen blau warum habt ihr angeblickt?
Nun hab’ ich ewig Leid und Grämen!
Ich bin ausgegangen in stiller Nacht,
in stiller nacht wohl über die dunkle Heide;
hat mir Niemand Ade gesagt.
Ade! Ade! Ade!
Mein Gessell’ war Lieb’ und Leide!
Auf der Strae steht ein Lindenbaum
Da hab’ ich zum ersten Mal im Schlaf geruht!
Unter dem Lindenbaum!
Der hat seine Blüten über mich geschneit
Da wut’ ich nicht, wie das Leben tut
War Alles, Alees wieder gut!
Ach, Alles, wieder gut!
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Gounod' s most beautiful melody ''Repentir" "oh , Divine redeemer"
Ah! turn me not away, receive me, tho' unworthy!
Hear Thou my cry, behold, Lord, my distress!
Answer me from Thy throne, haste Thee, Lord, to mine aid,
Thy pity show in my deep anguish!
Let not the sword of vengeance smite me,
Tho' righteous Thine anger, O Lord!
Shield me in danger, O Regard me! On Thee, Lord, alone will I call.
O Divine Redeemer! O Divine Redeemer!
I pray Thee, grant me pardon, and remember not my sins!
Forgive me, O divine Redeemer!
Night gathers round my soul; fearful I cry to Thee;
Come to mine aid, O Lord! Haste Thee, Lord, haste to help me!
Hear my cry, Save me, Lord, in Thy mercy;
Hear my cry! Come and save me, O Lord!
O, divine Redeemer! I pray Thee, grant me pardon,
And remember not, O Lord, my sins!
Save, in the day of retribution, from Death shield Thou me, O my God!
O, divine Redeemer, have mercy! Help me, my Savior!
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Cardillo - "Core 'ngrato" - Marco Beasley, Guido Morini
Catarì, Catarì...
pecchè me ddice sti pparole amare,
Pecchè me parle e 'o core me turmiente Catarì?
Nun te scurdà ca t'aggio dato 'o core...
Catarì, nun te scurdà!
Catarì, che vviène a dicere,
stu parlà ca me dà spaseme?
Tu nun nce pienze a stu dulore mio,
tu nun te ne cure...
Core, core 'ngrato...
T''e pigliato 'a vita mia:
Tutt' è passato e nun nce pienze cchiù!
Catarì, tu nun 'o ssaje ca 'nfin 'in' a na chiesa
io sò trasuto e aggiu priato a Ddio...
E l'aggio ditto pure a 'o cunfessore,
io sto a suffrì pe chella llà!
Sto a suffrì nun se pò credere,
sto a suffrì tutte li strazie!
E 'o cunfessore, ch'è persona santa m'a ditto:
Figlio mio lassala stà...
Core, core 'ngrato...
T''e pigliato 'a vita mia:
Tutt' è passato e nun nce pienze cchiù!
Translation:
Caterina, why do you address me so bitterly?
Why do you torment my heart so?
Don't forget I've given you my love, and my heart...
Caterina, don't forget that!
Caterina, what are you saying now?
You're just adding to the pain with your tattle!
You don't think of my suffering,
It just washes over you completely...
Ungrateful heart, you have taken my heart:
It's all over and you don't care any more.
Caterina, you don't know, I even went to church
And prayed there to God for help...
I even told the confessor everything,
That because of you I'll land in hell!
You can't imagine the extent of my suffering:
All these agonies are tearing me apart!
Even the confessor, a good and honest man,
Told me to keep away from you...
Ungrateful heart, you have taken my heart:
It's all over and you don't care any more.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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