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IONIATE POWER RUBRIC
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.Requiem composed by Sevag Derghougassian
.18 November 2019
.Paris premiere
.Two pianos transcription
.Performed by Betty Salkhanian Kourtian & George Daccache
.at Notre-Dame du Liban de Paris
.Dedicated to Tigran Yeghiayi Mansurian
*MOVEMENTS:
I. Introduction
II. The Little Lake (Լճակ)
*Ինչո՞ւ ապշած ես, լճակ, Ու չեն խայտար քո ալեակք, Միթէ հայլւոյդ մեջ անձկաւ Գեղուհի՞ մը նայեցաւ: Լճակ, դու ես թագուհիս, Ոչ ոք ըսավ. – «Հէ՛ք տըղայ, Արդեօք ինչո՞ւ կը մըխայ, Թերևս ըլլայ գեղանի, Թէ որ սիրեմ, չը մեռնի»: Զի քու խորքիդ մեջ անձկաւ, Յուսահատ մը նայեցաւ……
ՊԵՏՐՈՍ ԴՈՒՐԵԱՆ
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*WHY dost thou lie in hushed surprise, Thou little lonely mere? Did some fair woman wistfully Gaze in thy mirror clear? Thou art my queen, O little lake! None said, “Poor child, why pines he thus? If he beloved should be, Haply he might not die, but live, Live, and grow fair to see.” For a despairing man has gazed Into thy waters clear!
~BY BEDROS TOURIAN (1852-1872)
-Translated by Alice Stone Blackwell.
III. Mortem
IV. Resurrection
V. Dies Irae
*Ingemisco, tamquam reus: Culpa rubet vultus meus: Supplicanti parce, Deus.
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*I sigh, like the guilty one: my face reddens in guilt: Spare the supplicating one, O God.
VI. The Dance of Death
Carrying bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless and high-stepping grace, And the extravagant courtesan’s thin face. Who laugh and name you a Caricature, They see not, they whom flesh and blood allure, The nameless grace of every bleached, bare bone, That is most dear to me, tall skeleton! O irresistible, with fleshless face, Say to these dancers in their dazzled race: “Proud lovers with the paint above your bones, Ye shall taste death, musk scented skeletons! Withered Antinoüs, dandies with plump faces, Ye varnished cadavers, and grey Lovelaces, Ye go to lands unknown and void of breath, Drawn by the rumour of the Dance of Death. In every clime and under every sun, Death laughs at ye, mad mortals, as ye run; And oft perfumes herself with myrrh, like ye And mingles with your madness, irony!”
by Charles Baudelaire (1821 – 1867)
Scores found at:
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Scores found at:
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