Marţian Negrea (1893-1973): Five songs on poems by Lucian Blaga (1925-1930)

Описание: Cinci lieduri pe versuri din "Poemele luminii" de Lucian Blaga (1925-1930)

Five songs on poems from "The poems of light" by Lucian Blaga (1925-1930)

1. Stalactita (Stalactite) 0:00
2. Linişte (Silence) 2:10
3. Stelelor (To the stars) 6:59
4. Sus (Up) 9:54
5. Primăvară (Spring) 10:58

Ramona Eremia - Orchestra de Cameră Radio (Bucharest National Radio Chamber Orchestra), conducted by Cristian Brâncuşi

recorded in 1999

image: the Milky Way over Devils Tower in Wyoming

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Stalactite

Silence is my spirit -
and as I stand petrified and calm
like a hermit of stone
it seems to me
I am a stalactite in a huge grotto
where the vault is the sky.
Gently,
gently,
gently - drops of light
and drops of peace - trickle down incessantly
from the sky
and petrify - in me.


Silence

There is so much silence all around that I think I can hear
moonlight crashing against the windows.

A foreign voice
awakes inside my breast,
singing a longing
which is not my own.

They say that ancestors, who died before their time,
with young blood in their veins,
with great passions in their blood,
with living sun in passions,
return,
return to live
inside us
their unspent lives.

There is so much silence all around that I think I can hear
moonlight crashing against the windows.

Oh, who knows, my soul - in whose breast you too will sing, in centuries to come,
on sweet strings of silence
on a harp of darkness, your smothered longing
and your broken joy of life? Who knows?
Who knows?


To the stars

With a sea of urges and blind aspirations
inside me
I bow down, stars, to your light,
and fires of adoration burn in my eyes
like sacrificial flames.
Tremors, from your faraway country, kiss
my body with chilled lips of ice
until it turns to marble, asking:
What worlds are you travelling to and what abyss?
I wander,
today, an orphaned soul
racing towards everywhere - and nowhere.
A single thought is my light and strength:
Oh, stars, you too,
know not your destination,
yet perhaps that's how you conquer endlessness!


Up

On a peak,
up. Just the two of us.
Like this: When I'm with you
I feel very close
to the sky.
So close
I think that if I shouted at you
from the distance - your name -
I would hear the echo
reverberated by the vault of the sky.
Just the two of us.
Up.


Spring

A dreamer with his long fingers penetrates the wind
among the branches, and on the spider's web
the bee plays like on a harp.

White, on your forehead
The roses' delicate eyelids also open,
delicate as the thrills of a concealed premonition,
trembling from the restlessness that plays on you
alive and warm in the veins.

Greedy and famished, my eyes are calling,
the eternally insatiable ones are calling
after your eyes - the sparkling ones -
for the luminosity that you are, o child,
I never see a shadow.