Suite de Lorca / Einojuhani Rautavaara • WomenSing

Описание: Suite de Lorca
Music by Einojuhani Rautavaara (1928-2016)
Poems by Federico García Lorca (1898-1936)

Solos: Jessica Natkin, Jules Campbell, and Tanya Court

LYRICS:
[0:02] 1. Canción de jinete

Córdoba.
Lejana y sola.

Jaca negra, luna grande,
y aceitunas en mi alforja.
Aunque sepa los caminos
yo nunca llegaré a Córdoba.

Por el llano, por el viento,
jaca negra, luna roja.
La muerte me está mirando
desde las torres de Córdoba.

¡Ay que camino tan largo!
¡Ay mi jaca valerosa!
¡Ay que la muerte me espera,
antes de llegar a Córdoba!

Córdoba.
Lejana y sola.

[1:29] 2. El Grito

La elipse de un grito,
va de monte
a monte.

Desde los olivos,
será un arco iris negro
sobre la noche azul.

¡Ay!

Como un arco de viola,
el grito ha hecho vibrar
largas cuerdas del viento.

¡Ay!

(Las gentes de las cuevas
asoman sus velones.)

¡Ay!

[3:15] 3. La luna asoma

Cuando sale la luna
se pierden las campanas
y aparecen las sendas
impenetrables.

Cuando sale la luna,
el mar cubre la tierra
y el corazón se siente
isla en el infinito.

Nadie come naranjas
bajo la luna llena.
Es preciso comer
fruta verde y helada.

Cuando sale la luna
de cien rostros iguales,
la moneda de plata
solloza en el bolsillo.

[5:06] 4. Malagueña

La muerte
entra y sale
de la taberna.

Pasan caballos negros
y gente siniestra
por los hondos caminos
de la guitarra.

Y hay un olor a sal
y a sangre de hembra,
en los nardos febriles
de la marina.

La muerte
entra y sale
y sale y entra
la muerte
de la taberna.

TRANSLATION:
1. Song of the Horseman

Cordoba.
So distant and lonely.

Black pony, large moon,
and olives in my saddlebag.
Though the ways are familiar,
I will never reach Cordoba.

Through the plain, through the wind,
black pony, red moon.
Death keeps staring at me,
from the towers of Cordoba.

Oh, how the way is long!
Oh, brave pony!
Oh, that death waits for me,
before I ever reach Cordoba!

Cordoba.
So distant and lonely.

2. The Scream

The ellipse of a scream,
goes from hill
to hill.

From the olive trees,
it appears as a black rainbow
upon the blue night.

Ay!

Like a viol bow
the scream has vibrated
the long strings of the wind.

Ay!

(The cave people
hold out their candles.)

Ay!

3. The Moon Comes Forth

When the moon rises
Bells fade away
And paths appear
Impassable.

When the moon rises,
The sea covers the earth
And the heart feels itself
An island in infinity.

No one eats oranges
Under the full moon.
One must eat
Fruit that is green and chilled.

When the moon rises,
With a hundred faces all alike,
Silver coins
Sob in the pocket.

4. Dance from Málaga

Death
Goes in and out
Of the tavern.

Black horses
And sinister people
Move along the deep pathways
Of the guitar.

And there is a smell of salt
And of female blood
In the fevered tuberoses
Of the seashore.

Death
Goes in and out
And out and in goes
Death
From the tavern.

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Recorded Live at our June 2024 program titled "The Time of Our Singing Has Come"
St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church, Orinda, CA
Video Editor: Kent Kessinger

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