Camila Montefusco

On the Club’s YouTube Channel

Wednesday,
14 November 2022

Camila Montefusco,
mezzo-soprano
Nate Ben-Horin, piano

Song lyrics and translations

Acalanto da Rosa (1958) Cláudio Santoro (1919 – 1989)
Lyrics: Vinícius de Moraes (1913 – 1980)

Acalanto da Rosa

Dorme a estrela no céu
Dorme a rosa em seu jardim
Dorme a lua no mar
Dorme o amor dentro de mim
É preciso pisar leve
Ai, é preciso não falar
Meu amor se adormece
Que suave o seu perfume
Dorme em paz rosa pura
O teu sono não tem fim

The Rose’s Lullaby

The star sleeps in the sky
The rose sleeps in its garden
The moon sleeps in the sea
Love sleeps inside of me
Let’s step lightly
Let’s talk softly
My love falls asleep
How sweet is her perfume
Sleep in peace, my pure rose
Your sleep has no end

Three Browning Songs (1899) Amy Beach (1867 – 1944)
Lyrics: Robert Browning (1812 – 1889)

The Year’s at the Spring

The year’s at the spring,
And day’s at the morn;
Morning’s at seven;
The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d;
The lark’s on the wing;
The snail’s on the thorn;
God’s in His heaven–
All’s right with the world!

Ah, Love, but a day!

Ah, Love, but a day!
And the world has changed!
The sun’s away, and the bird estranged;
The wind has dropped, and the sky’s deranged;
Summer has stopped.
Look in my eyes!
Wilt thou change too?
Should I fear surprise?
Shall I find aught new
In the old and dear, in the good and true
With the changing year?
Ah, love!
Look in my eyes! Wilt thou change too?

I Send My Heart Up To Thee

I send my heart up to thee, all my heart
In this my singing,
For the stars help me, and the sea, and the sea bears part;
The very night is clinging
Closer to Venice’ streets to leave on space
Above me, whence thy face
May light my joyous heart to thee, to thee its dwelling place.

Sechs Einfache Lieder, op. 9 (1911-13) Erich Wolfgang Korngold (1897– 1957)
Lyrics: Joseph von Eichendorff (1788 1857)

Liebesbriefchen

Fern von dir
Denk’ ich dein,
Kindelein,
Einsam bin ich,
Doch mir blieb
Treue Lieb’.
Was ich denk’,
Bist nur,
Herzensruh.
Sehe stets
Hold und licht
Dein Gesicht.
Und in mir
Immerzu
Tönest du.
Bist’s allein,
Die Welt
Mir erhellt.
Ich bin dein,
Liebchen fein,
Denke mein!

Sommer

Unter spärlich grünen Blättern,
unter Blumen, unter Blüten
hör’ ich fern die Amsel schmettern
und die kleine Drossel wüten.
Auch ein Klingen fein und leise,
schneller Tage schneller Grüße,
eine wehe Sommerweise,
schwer von einer letzten Süße.
Und ein glühendes Verbrennen
schwebt auf heißen Windeswellen,
taumelnd glaub’ ich zu erkennen
ungeschriener Schreie Gellen.
Und ich sitze still und bebe,
fühle meine Stunden rinnen,
und ich halte still und lebe,
während Träume mich umspinnen.

Billet-doux

Far from you
I think of you,
Dear child.
I am lonely,
But my love
Has stayed true.
I think
Only of you,
O peace of my heart.
I always see,
Fair and bright,
Your face.
And you sound
Within me
Always.
It is you alone
Who brightens
For me the world.
I am yours,
My sweetest,
Think of me!

Summer

Among meagre green leaves,
Among flowers, among blossom,
I hear the distant call of the blackbird
And the harsh cry of the small thrush.
And also the soft and delicate sound
Of days and greetings quickly passing.
A sad summer melody,
Suffused with a final sweetness.
And a burning glowIs borne on the waves of a parched wind;
Reeling, I seem to recognize
The ring of unuttered screams.
And I sit motionless and tremble,
Feel my hours on earth slip away,
And I stay still and live,
While dreams weave their web around me.

Liebesbriefchen

Billet-doux

Sommer

Summer

Three Métis Folk Songs from Saskatchewan (1975) Malcolm Forsyth (1936 – 2011)
Lyrics: Traditional

Adieu de la Mariée

Traditional

Tous du long d’un rivage
Tout du long d’un coulant russeau
J’entendus la voix d’un oiseau
disant dans son langage:
« Que Dieu bénis se ces jeunes gens
Qui se mettent en ménage »
Le premier jour c’est les noçes
Quel habit nous faut prend’e?
Il faut donc prend’e l’habit blanche
L’habit de réjouissance
Aussi le chapeau de souci
Le collier de souffrance
Aussi le chapeau de souci
Le collier de souffrance
Le lendemain des noçes,
Il faut faire les pacquets,
Regardant-z à la porte avec un grand regret,
Ah ! oui, je regrett’rai bien fort
L’endroit de ma naissance
J’avais toujours, toujours bien dit
Quittez le marriage
O ma fille-z, ô ma fille
Qui c’qui vous a forcée
Qui c’qui vous a fait prendé
C’est votre volonté
Je vous ai-t-i’ pas toujours dit
Que dans le mariage
Qui Dieu bénise ces jeunes gens
Qui se mettent en ménage
Adieu père-z, adieu mère frères et sœurs et parents
Je m’en va’s en ménage
Ce n’est pas pour un an
C’est pour le restant de ma vie,
Aller dans la misère,
C’est pour le restant de mes jours,
Je m’en vais t’en ménage.

The Bride’s Farewell

Translation: Diane Loeb

All along the river bank
All along the flowing stream
I heard a bird’s voice
Saying in its language
« May God bless these young people
Who are setting up a home.”
The first day is the wedding.
What shall I wear?
You must wear the white dress
The dress of rejoicing
Also the hat of worries
The necklace of suffering.
Also the hat of worries
The necklace of suffering.
The day after the wedding
We have to make bundles.
Looking at the door with great sorrow
Ah! Yes, I will miss terribly
The place of my birth
Indeed, I have always said
Leave marriage
O my daughter
Who has forced you
Who has taken you
It is your will
Have I not always told you
That in marriage
May God bless these young people
Who are setting up a home
Farewell father, farewell mother, brothers and sisters and family
I am going away to make a home
It is not for a year
It is for the rest of my life
To go in misery
It is for the rest of my days
I am going to make a home

5 Canciones Populares Argentinas, op. 10 (1943) Alberto Ginastera (1916 – 1983)
Lyrics: Traditional

Chacarera

Anonymous

A mí me gustan las ñatas
Y una ñata me ha tocado
Ñato será el casamiento
Y más ñato el resultado.
Cuando canto chacareras
Me dan ganas de llorar
Porque se me representa
Catamarca y Tuoumán.

Triste

Anonymous

Ah!
Debajo de un limón verde
Donde el agua no corría
Entregué mi corazón
A quien no lo merecía.
Ah!
Triste es el día sin sol
Triste es la noche sin luna
Pero más triste es querer
Sin esperanza ninguna.
Ah!

Zamba

Anon.

Hasta las piedras del cerro
Y las arenas del mar
Me dicen que no te quiera
Y no te puedo olvidar.
Si el corazón me has robado
El tuyo me lo has de dar
El que lleva cosa ajena
Con lo suyo ha de pagar
Ay!

Arrorró

Anon.

Arrorró mi nene,
Arrorró mi sol,
De mi corazón.
Este nene lindo
Se quiere dormir
Y el pícaro sueño
No quiere venir.

Gato

Anon.

El gato de mi casa
Es muy gauchito
Pero cuando lo bailan
Zapateadito.
Guitarrita de pino
Cuerdas de alambre.
Tanto quiero a las chicas,
Digo, como a las grandes.
Esa moza que baila
Mucho la quiero
Pero no para hermana
Que hermana tengo.
Que hermana tengo
Si, pónte al frente
Aunque no sea tu dueño,
Digo, me gusta verte.

Chacarera