music inspired by the heart of Italia
music inspired by the heart of Italia
ENSEMBLE BELLA LUCE PROGRAM
Mara Adler O’Kelly, soprano – Oswaldo Iraheta, tenor
Patricia Lazzara, flute – Dave Malyszko, piano
ENSEMBLE BELLA LUCE PROGRAM
Mara Adler O’Kelly, soprano – Oswaldo Iraheta, tenor
Patricia Lazzara, flute – Dave Malyszko, piano
St. Joseph’s RC Church
767 Prospect St, Maplewood, NJ
Saturday, June 19, 2021
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“Summer Awakening”
Spring (Part 1 of “Seasons”) Herman Beeftink
Patricia Lazzara and Dave Malyszko
Questo o Quella from Rigoletto Giuseppe Verdi
Oswaldo Iraheta and Dave Malyszko
‘A Vucchella – Arietta di Pusillipo Francesco Paolo Tosti
Ideale Francesco Paolo Tosti
Funiculi, Funicula Luigi Denza
Mara Adler O’Kelly, Patricia Lazzara and Dave Malyszko
Jazzy Flute Challenge Armando Ghidoni
Patricia Lazzara and Dave Malyszko
La Pace Più Grande Dave Malyszko
Ensemble Bella Luce
Disturbia C. Brown, R. Allen, A. Merritt, B. Seals, arr Clay Layton
Patricia Lazzara and Dave Malyszko
Chi il bel sogno from La Rondine Giacomo Puccini
Mara Adler O’Kelly and Dave Malyszko
Poemas Nortenos (1954) Angel Eugenio Lasala
I. Nube II. Misterio III. Angel
Oswaldo Iraheta, Patricia Lazzara and Dave Malyszko
Milonga sin palabras Astor Piazzolla/arr. Marco Granados
Patricia Lazzara and Dave Malyszko
And This is My Beloved from Kismet Robert Wright and George Forrest
Mara Adler O’Kelly, Patricia Lazzara and Dave Malyszko
Candide’s Lament Leonard Bernstein
Oswaldo Iraheta and Dave Malyszko
La Muerte del Angel Astor Piazzolla/arr. Marco Granados
Patricia Lazzara and Dave Malyszko
Musica Proibita op. 5 Stanislao Castaldon
Ensemble Bella Luce
TRANSLATIONS FOR ENSEMBLE BELLA LUCE – JUNE 19, 2021 CONCERT
Questa o quella (Rigoletto) - Verdi
This girl or that girl are equal to the all the others I see around me,
the core of my being I will not yield to one beauty or
another their attractiveness is what they are gifted from fate and embellishes life
Perhaps today this girl welcomes me perhaps tomorrow another girl will demand me. Constancy is a tyrant to the heart it is a hated cruel disease to only those
who want you to be faithful;
There can be no love if there is no freedom.
Husbands’ jealous rage, lovers’ woes I despise,
I defy the hundred eyes of Argo if I fancy a few beauties
A Vuchella ( A Sweet Mouth) - Tosti
Yes, like a little flower,
You have got a sweet mouth
A little bit withered.
Please give it to me it's like a little rose
Give me a little kiss,
give, Cannetella! Give one and take one, a kiss as little as your mouth
which looks like a little rose
a little bit withered.
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Ideale(Ideal) - Tosti
I followed you like a rainbow of peace along the paths of heaven;
I followed you like a friendly torch in the veil of darkness, and I sensed you in the light, in the air, in the perfume of flowers,
and the solitary room was full
of you and of your radiance.
Absorbed by you, I dreamed a long time
of the sound of your voice,
and earth's every anxiety, every torment
I forgot in that dream. Come back, dear ideal, for an instant to smile at me again,
and in your face will shine for me, a new dawn.
Funiculi Funicula - Denza
Yesterday evening, Anna, I went up,
Do you know where?
Where this ungrateful heart cannot spite me any more!
Where the fire burns, but if you flee
It lets you be!
And it doesn't chase you, it doesn't burn you, to see the sky!
Let's go up to the top, let's go,
Funicular up, funicular down!
We've climbed it, my love, we've already climbed
To the top!
It's gone up, then returned, then it's back...
It's always here!
The summit revolves, around, around,
around you!
This heart always sings, my love,
Let's get married one day!
Let's go up to the top, let's go,
Funicular up, funicular down!
La Pace Piu’ Grande (The Greatest Peace) - Malyszko
As I walk through this place, never lonely;
It feels as if I’ve been here before
I know my steps will be guided for evermore by the light shining in the darkness
When there is doubt in your life don’t be frightened
Let the thoughts be replaced by the calm
Only knowing that peace will be forever in this place
Here is great peace in this world if we try, really try
There is always a greater peace
no more should there be grief and pain
The world needs a better way
To dispel our great divide
Look to the heart and find its peace
Let the light find its way throughout all humanity
Embrace all lives as one; our souls unite through eternity
Blessed hearts evermore
Greater love
Chi il bel sogno from La Rondine – Puccini
Who could Doretta's beautiful dream
ever guess?
Her mystery how come it's never
how come it's never ending
Alas! One day a student
kisses her on the lips
and it was such a kiss
revelation:
It was passion!
Crazy love!
Crazy intoxication!
Who could this subtle caress
of such flaming a kiss
ever describe;
Ah! my dream!
Ah! my life!
Who cares about riches
if it finally flourishes
happiness!
Oh golden dream
to be able to love like this!
Poemas norteños - Lasala
1. Nube (Cloud)
I am a mixture of the wind and hillside.
When I die, time will cease for me.
And a coat of stars will cover me.
I travel the roads, facing the wind,
Since changing directions, make me feel old.
I will need neither tears nor prayers from anyone.
For the self made person, this is not necessary.
I am a mixture of the wind and hillside.
2. Misterio (Mystery)
I do not know what your voice has that holds me in its spell.
Gentleness, yet rugged asperity!
When you speak of the soul, all of my sorrows are filled with shining stars.
By the amorous path of your word, I am following the gleam of your eyes,
I do not know what your voice has that holds me in its spell.
3. Ángel (Angel)
O Holy Friday night, my child came.
On Holy Friday night, my arms made him a cradle.
And an angel watched over his sleep, meditating, watching in my retreat,
Searching for his future through a transparent silence.
I asked the Virgin three graces for my child.
I gave the message to the wind, and the wind transported it to heaven.
On Holy Friday night, my child was born. Ah!
Musica Proibita( Forbidden Music) - Gastaldon
Underneath my balcony every evening
I hear a love-song,
Repeated several times
By a handsome young man
And it makes my heart beat faster.
O how sweet is that melody!
O how pretty, how I love to hear it!
My mother will not let me sing it,
I don't know why she would forbid me,
Now that she is out I am going to sing
The song that I found so exciting.
I'd like to kiss your raven hair,
Your lips and your solemn eyes;
I would want to die with you,
O heavenly angel,
My beautiful beloved, precious jewel.
Yesterday I saw him walking by,
And heard him sing as he always does:
I'd like to kiss your raven hair,
Your lips and your solemn eyes!
Clasp me, darling, clasp me to your heart
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