Video Information

• Choir: The Girl Choir of South Florida
• Piece: Suite de Lorca
• Composer:  Einojuhani Rautavaara
• Conductor:  Wallis Peterson
• Voices:  SSAA
• Genres: A cappella, Classical
• "Suite de Lorca" by Einojuhani Rautavaara. Text by Federico García Lorca.
  
  Performed by the Chamber Singers ensemble of The Girl Choir of South Florida on Friday, May 18, 2012, at All Saints Episcopal Church in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Arti...  more"Suite de Lorca" by Einojuhani Rautavaara. Text by Federico García Lorca.
  
  Performed by the Chamber Singers ensemble of The Girl Choir of South Florida on Friday, May 18, 2012, at All Saints Episcopal Church in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Artistic Director: Wallis Peterson.
  
  
  Translated Text:
  
  
  1. Cancion del Jinete (Song of the Horseman)
  
  Cordoba. Distant and alone.
  
  A black nag, the giant moon,
  and olives in my saddlebag.
  Even if I know the way,
  I never will reach Cordoba.
  
  Over the plain, through the wind,
  a black nag, the bloody moon.
  The Reaper is watching me
  from the tall towers of Cordoba.
  
  Oh, such a long road!
  Oh, my valiant nag!
  Oh, the Reaper awaits me
  before I ever reach Cordoba!
  
  Cordoba. Distant and alone.
  
  
  2. El Grito (The Scream)
  
  The arc of a scream curves from hill to hill.
  
  Ay! From the olive trees, a black rainbow over the blue night.
  
  Ay! Like a viola's bow, the scream has made the long strings of the wind vibrate.
  
  Ay! (The people of the caves put their oil lamps out.)
  
  
  3. La Luna Asoma (The Moon Comes Forth)
  
  When the moon comes out, the bells die away
  And impenetrable paths appear.
  
  When the moon comes out, water covers land
  And the heart feels itself an island in infitity.
  
  No one eats oranges under the full moon.
  It is right to eat green, cold, hard fruit.
  
  When the moon comes out,
  With a hundred faces all the same,
  Coins of silver start sobbing in the pocket.
  
  
  4. Malaguena
  
  Death comes and goes from the tavern.
  
  Midnight horses and sinister people
  Pass along the deep paths of the guitar.
  
  There is the smell of salt
  and the blood of womenless