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Cantata 'The Wheel' for Two children, Mezzosopran, Tenor, Baryton and Symphony orchestra
Instrumentação |
Flauta, Clarinete, Fagote, Oboé, Trompa francesa, Trombeta, Violino, Viola, Violoncelo, Contrabaixo, Glockenspiel, Gongo, Triângulo, Címbalos, Pandeireta, Tantã, Contrafagote, Clarinete baixo, Roquete, Octavin, Flexatone, Wind Chime |
Composição para |
Orquestra Sinfônica |
Tipo de composição |
Partitura completa |
idioma |
Inglês, Búlgaro |
dificuldade |
Difficult |
duração |
24'0 |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWSi5nu0vsI&feature=c4-overview&list=UUVrLK5HkvUix5kKZrBqsDbg
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70g6W4K68hE&feature=youtu.be
Excerpt from “Puk” – from “Five Fairy Tales” by Valery Petrov It sounds so simple, so lucent and sonorous The children’s’ invention: “The see is so thin!” Like deep sound in a seashell This phrase sweet and innocent Like a joke, Like a laughter, It says clearly To us, you see? - That we are, Hopelessly And terribly Grown up!
Excerpt from “Moon chamber” – from “Five fairy tales” by Valery Petrov (Sopr. II) Turns out that it’s nice indeed to Ride your bicycle with wit! I can ride with both my hands! With the right one! With the left one! It goes straight without my help! Easily, handless! See! - Like this! Oh! Oh, well, sometimes the knees suffer from my naughty wheels...
(Sopr. I) I myself had me a doggy Pedigree I’m sure to death! What a pity that it happened Someone else’s it to be! We were day and night with doggy I invented his name “Spass”. I thought that our friendship endless Will remain… Mistake again!
Yesterday we went out jogging. We were near the village river. Someone called him highly “Tom!” And he ran away forever… (Both) But at last, we all know That in May, All it’s days Are the “bestest” time to play!!!
A little message
by Erich Kästner
How wonderful, impressive was The world in these times gone! In those dear days When I was just a kid The grass could cast a shadow On my forehead like a tree, When I stood during summer in the fields. Dear listener! It is the thing, The thing we had in mind as “grass”! The kitchen chairs were sparingly taller, The streets were wider, One hundred steps to cross them! The thunderclaps, the thunderclaps were stronger, Deeper, brighter, further our sky! With lightning speed The trees grew wooden giants. The teachers were as clever as the wise men! See! One kilo of butter- with no joke, Was three times more Impressive than today! It’s not a subject to dispute, That life was better, pretty, nice and cute! The clock turns it’s wheels. We can’t run against it And everything changes somehow! We grew up as old men. Can you now believe it! We can’t turn back on our old tracks. The river’s a brook now, The giant’s a puppy, A spinney - the previous wood, the houses and rooms and the cars and the trams are Looking so little these days! The grass and the trees, the tender trembling, the longing and dreams, even our school teachers, the skies, the fields, all objects around are smaller, And pitiful…
Like so it is! Only that we still stand quietly Everything having no choice. And only because Of the span or a bit more We grew up by chasing the life.Step gently on the childhood’s jolly moss Lyrics by Evgenia Tagareva
Step gently on the childhood’s jolly moss You’re welcome barefoot, light, for luminary thirsty. With heaven’s white frost I will shroud you gently To feel the godlike halo in your dreams. .
Creators’ power Lyrics by Evgenia Tagareva
With might and bounty rises up towards us approaches our Maker's Power! Embrace the gifts of heaven, people! Collect the love of the endless heavens! Let spiritual azures fulfil your longings and touch the trembling pieces of your hearts. Give them the chance to hunger, to wish and want, to yearn with passion. Have no fear of the leap! We, the ones who have survived, Will sparsely sprinkle sparkling feathers. to our Route! “Horo”
from “Peace, Penetrated With Love” by Stefan Stefanov
Our days chained like a quickstep horo are Fugitive, missing, not thinking to stop.
Handmade white shirts of the graceful brave men, the Women’s soft touch they forever remember.
Rhythms so strange of these magic folk dances Make complicated pattern of fates.
You must keep strongly the horses’ team r
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