MUSIC

CIELITO LINDO De la sierras morenas, Cielito Lindo, vienen bajando. Un par de ojitos negros,cielito lindo, de contrabando. Ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! Canta y no llores! Porque cantando se alegran, cielito lindo, los corazones. Pájaro que abandona, Cielito lindo, su primer nido, si lo encuentra ocupado, Cielito lindo, bien merecido. Ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! ¡ay! Canta y no llores! Porque cantando …

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KdPQR25nnKs (Mykola Lysenko)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RgtEUr_n9vM (Sergej Vasil’evič Rachmaninov)

THE SEA (Mikalojus Konstantinas Čiurlionis) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BY4o2G6hmaQ  

INFANT HOLY, INFANT LOWLY Infant holy, for His bed a cattle stall. Oxen lowing, little knowing Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Swift are winging angels singing, Nowells ringing, tidings bringing, Christ the Babe is Lord of all. Flocks were sleeping, shepherds keeping, vigil till the morning new. Saw the glory, heard the story,tidings of a Gospel true. Thus …

THE SWAN OF TUONELA A segment for a 1940 film, Fantasia. A piece used as introductory music to the BBC radio production of Lost Horizon. The Swan of Tuonela, it is an 1895 tone poem (part of the Lemminkäinen Suite). The music paints a gossamer image of an animal – a swan – swimming around Tuonela, the island of the …

GUANTANAMERA Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma, y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma. Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera, mi verso es de un verde claro, y de un carmin encendido. Mi verso es un ciervo herido, que busca en el monte amparo. Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera, cultivo una rosa blanca, en Julio como en Enero, …

THE SOUND OF SILENCE Hello, darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping, and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone, beneath the halo of a street …

WISH YOU WERE HERE So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell? Blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field, from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you trade, your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? …

ALWAYS This Romeo is bleeding, but you can’t see his blood. It’s nothing but some feelings, that this old dog kicked up. It’s been raining since you left me. Now I’m drowning in the flood, you see I’ve always been a fighter, but without you I give up. Now I can’t sing a love song, like the way it’s meant …