Senior Recital Recital Hall I Monday, October 24, 2016 I 7:30 Program -Please hold your applause until the end of each language set- Liederkreis, Op. 24 I. "Morgens steh' ich auf und frage" II. "Es treibt mich hin" III. "lch wandelte unter den Baumen" IV. "Lieb' Liebchen" V. "Schone Wiege meiner Leiden" VI. "Warte, warte wilder Schiffmann" VII. "Berg und Burgen schaun herunter" VIII. "Anfangs wollt' ich fast verzagen" IX. "Mit Myrten und Rosen" Robert Schumann 1810-1856 La mi sola, Laureola Al Amor Corazon, porque pasais ... Con amores, la mi mad re ... Del Cabello mas sutil Chiquitita la Novia Fernando Obradors 1897-1945 Love To Me Sibella Time Stops So She Dances Beautiful City Adam Guettel Steven Lutvak Andrew Lippa Adam Crossley Stephen Schwartz ARIZONA STATE UNIVERSITY School of Music Liederkreis, Op. 24 You should steal my grief from me, but I trust no one with it. I. "Morgens steh' ich aufund frage" Each morning I get up and ask: will my sweetheart come today? At evening I sink down and lament: today, too, she stayed away. At night, with my grief, I lie sleepless, awake; in the daytime I wander Dreaming, as if half-asleep II. "Es treibt mich hin" I am driven to and fro! A few more hours and I shall see her, her, the fairest of the maidens. Poor heart, how hard you beat! But the hours are a lazy lot! They shuffie lethargically, as they please, and, yawning, crawl on their way. Look sharp, you lazy lot! Raging impatience grips me, urging me on. But the hours can never have loved. Secretly sworn to a cruel alliance, they spitefully mock lovers' haste. III. "Ich wandelte unter den Biiumen" I wandered beneath the trees alone with my grief. Then dreams of old came and stole into my heart. Who taught you that word, birds in the airy heights? Hush! When my heart hears it once more it aches. "A maiden came walking, who sang it all the time. Then we birds took up that lovely, golden word." You should not tell me this, birds of wondrous cunning. IV. "Lieb' Liebchen" Dearest sweetheart, lay your hand on my heart. can you hear how it pounds in its room? A carpenter lodges there, vile and wicked, building me a coffin. The hammering and banging, day and night, has long robbed me of sleep. Hurry, master carpenter, that I soon may sleep. V. "Schone Wiege meiner Leiden" Fair cradle of my sorrows, fair tombstoqe of my peace, fair town, we must part. Farewell, I cry to you. Farewell, sacred threshold where my dearest love walks. Farewell, sacred spot where I first saw her. Would that I had never ~&di~. Streams of blood, flow from my eyes, streams of blood, gush from my body that with the hot blood I may write down my sorrows. My love, why just today do you recoil at the sight of my blood? For long years you have seen me before you, pale and with bleeding heart. Do you remember the old tale of the serpent in Paradise, which through the wicked gift of an apple cast our forebears into misery? Apples have brought all our misfortunes. With them Eve brought death and Eris the flames ofTroy. You have brought bothflames and death. VII. "Berg und Burgen schaun herunter" Mountains and castles gaze down into the clear, mirroring Rhine. And my little boat sails blithely along, surrounded by glistening sunlight. Calmly I watch the play of the golden, rippling waves. Softly those feelings awaken which I cherished deep in my heart. Sweetly greeting, promising, the river's splendor lures me down; But I know itsparkling on the surface, it hides night and death in its depths. Joy above, malice in its heart: river, you are the image of my love. She can nod just as sweetly; smile just as gently and innocently. VIII. "Anfangs wollt' ich fast verzagen" At first I almost despaired, thinking I could never bear it. Yet ARIZONA STATE UNIVERSITY School of Music borne it I have, but do not ask me how. IX. "Mit Myrten und Rosen" With myrtles and roses, charming and dear, with fragrant cypresses and gold tinsel I would decorate this book like a coffin. And bury my songs within it. Oh, could I but bury my love there too! On love's grave grows the flower of peace; there it blossoms, there it is picked. For me it will bloom only when I am in my grave. Here, then, are songs which once, wild as a stream oflava gushing from Etna, burst from the depths of my soul, showering many flashing sparks around. Now they lie mute, as if dead, rigid, cold, pale as mist; but the old fire will revive them afresh if ever love's spirit should hover over them. Many an intimation stirs within my heart: the spirit oflove will one day dawn above them, and one day this book will come into your hands, my sweet love, in a far-off land. The magic spell on my songs shall be broken; the pale letters shall gaze at you, gaze beseechingly into your lovely eyes, and whisper with the melancholy breath oflove. Obradors La mi sola, Laureola My only Laureola My only, only, only one I, captive Leriano Am very proud To be wounded by the hand Which is unique in the world. My only Laureola, My only, only, only one Al Amor Give me, Love, countless kisses, Your hands upon my hair, Give me eleven hundred of them, And eleven hundred more, And then ... Many more thousand! And so that no one may know, Let's forget the count And ... start all over again. Corazon, porque pasais ... 0 heart, why do you lie awake During the nights made for love When your mistress rests In the arms of another lover Con amores, la mi madre ... With love, oh mother of mine, With love I fell asleep; And thus asleep I dreamed Of what was hidden in my heart, That love consoled me Better than I deserved. This boon oflove Lulled me to sleep, And lessened my grief. Through my faith in you and With love, oh mother of mine, With love I fell asleep! Del Cabello mas sutil Of the softest hair Which you wear in braids I shall make a chain To draw you to my side A jug in your house, My darling, I would like to be, To kiss your lips, When you take a drink. Chiquitita la Novia A tiny bride, A tiny groom, A tiny parlor, And a bedroom That's why I want A tiny bed And a mosquito net. A511. Herberger Institute FOR DESIGN AND THE ARTS ARIZONA STATE UNIVERSITY School of Music