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 THE MYSTIC'S
DREAM (7:40) Cлова и музыка Лорины
МакКеннит
A clouded dream
on an earthly night Hangs upon the crescent moon A voiceless
song in an ageless light Sings at the coming dawn Birds in
flight are calling there Where the heart moves the stones It's
there that my heart is calling All for the love of you
A painting
hangs on an ivy Nestled in the emerald moss The eyes declare a
truce of trust And then it draws me far away Where deep in the
desert twilight Sand melts in pools of the sky When darkness
lays her crimson cloak Your lamps will call me home
And so it's
there my homage's due Clutched by the still of the night And
now I feel you move Every breath is full So it's there my
homage's due Clutched by the still of the night Even the
distance feels so near All for the love of you.
 MARRAKESH NIGHT
MARKET (6:30) Слова и музыка
Лорины МакКеннит
They're
gathered in circles the lamps light their faces The crescent
moon rocks in the sky The poets of drumming keep heartbeats
suspended The smoke swirls up and then it dies
Would you like
my mask? would you like my mirror? cries the man in the
shadowing hood You can look at yourself you can look at each
other or you can look at the face of your god
The stories are
woven and fortunes are told The truth is measured by the
weight of your gold The magic lies scattered on rugs on the
ground Faith is conjured in the night market's sound
Would you like
my mask? would you like my mirror? cries the man in the
shadowing hood You can look at yourself you can look at each
other or you can look at the face of your god
The lessons are
written on parchments of paper They're carried by horse from
the river Nile says the shadowy voice In the firelight, the
cobra is casting the flame a winsome smile
Would you like
my mask? would you like my mirror? cries the man in the
shadowing hood You can look at yourself you can look at each
other or you can look at the face of your god
 CE HE MISE LE
ULAINGT?/THE TWO TREES (9:06) Музыка Лорины МакКеннит
Слова Вильяма Батлера Итса
Beloved, gaze
in thine own heart The holy tree is growing there; From joy
the holy branches start And all the trembling flowers they
bear. The changing colours of its fruit Have dowered the stars
with merry light; The surety of its hidden root Has planted
quiet in the night; The shaking of its leafy head Has given
the waves their melody. And made my lips and music
wed, Murmuring a wizard song for thee, There the Loves a
circle go, The flaming circle of our days, Gyring, spiring to
and fro In those great ignorant leafy ways; Remembering all
that shaken hair And how the winged sandals dart Thine eyes
grow full of tender care; Beloved, gaze in thine own
heart.
Gaze no more in
the bitter glass The demons, with their subtle guile, Lift up
before us when they pass, Or only gaze a little while; For
there a fatal image grows That the stormy night
receives, Roots half hidden under snows, Broken boughs and
blackened leaves. For all things turn to bareness In the dim
glass the demons hold, The glass of outer weariness, Made when
God slept in times of old. There, through the broken branches,
go The ravens of unresting thought; Flying, crying, to and
fro, Cruel claw and hungry throat, Or else they stand and
sniff the wind, And shake their ragged wings: alas! Thy
tender eyes grow all unkind: Gaze no more in the bitter
glass. Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is
growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the
trembling flowers they bear. Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart, Thine eyes grow full of
tender care; Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
 PROSPERO'S
SPEECH (3:23) Музыка Лорины МакКеннит. Слова
Вильяма Шекспира
And now my
charms are all o'erthrown And what strength I have's mine
own Which is most faint; now t'is true I must here be released
by you
But release me
from my bands With the help of your good hands Gentle breath
of yours my sails Must fill, or else my project fails, Which
was to please. Now I want Spirits to enforce, art to
enchant And my ending is despair, Unless I be relieved by
prayer
Which pierces
so that it assaults Mercy itself and frees all faults As you
from your crimes would pardon'd be Let your indulgence set me
free. |
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 THE
BONNY SWANS (7:18) Музыка Лорины МакКеннит.
слова народные, аранжировка и адаптирование Лорины МакКеннит
A farmer there
lived in the north country a hey ho bonny o And he had
daughters one, two, three The swans swim so bonny o These
daughters they walked by the river's brim a hey ho bonny o The
eldest pushed the youngest in The swans swim so bonny
o
Oh sister, oh
sister, pray lend me your hand with a hey ho a bonny o And I
will give you house and land the swans swim so bonny o I'll
give you neither hand nor glove with a hey ho a bonny o Unless
you give me your own true love the swans swim so bonny
o
Sometimes she
sank, sometimes she swam with a hey ho and a bonny o Until she
came to a miller's dam the swans swim so bonny o
The miller's
daughter, dressed in red with a hey ho and a bonny o She went
for some water to make some bread the swans swim so bonny
o
Oh father, oh
daddy, here swims a swan with a hey ho and a bonny o It's very
like a gentle woman the swans swim so bonny o They placed her
on the bank to dry with a hey ho and a bonny o There came a
harper passing by the swans swim so bonny o
He made harp
pins of her fingers fair with a hey ho and a bonny o He made
harp strings of her golden hair the swans swim so bonny o He
made a harp of her breast bone with a hey ho and a bonny o And
straight it began to play alone the swans swim so bonny
o
He brought it
to her father's hall with a hey ho and a bonny o And there was
the court, assembled all the swans swim so bonny o He laid the
harp upon a stone with a hey ho and a bonny o And straight it
began to play lone the swans swim so bonny o
And there does
sit my father the King with a hey ho and a bonny o And yonder
sits my mother the Queen the swans swim so bonny o And there
does sit my brother Hugh with a hey ho and a bonny o And by
him William, sweet and true the swans swim so bonny o And
there does sit my false sister, Anne with a hey ho and a bonny
o Who drowned me for the sake of a man the swans swim so bonny
o
 FULL
CIRCLE (5:57) Слова и музыка Лорины МакКеннит
Stars were
falling deep in the darkness as prayers rose softly, petals at
dawn And as I listened, your voice seemed so clear so calmly
you were calling your god
Somewhere the
sun rose, o'er dunes in the desert such was the stillness, I
ne'er felt before Was this the question, pulling, pulling,
pulling you in your heart, in your soul, did you find rest
there?
Elsewhere a
snowfall, the first in the winter covered the ground as the bells
filled the air You in your robes sang, calling, calling, calling
him in your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?
 THE DARK NIGHT OF
THE SOUL (6:44) Музыка Лорины МакКеннит. Слова
St. John of the Cross, аранжировка и адаптирование Лорины МакКеннит
Upon a darkened
night the flame of love was burning in my breast And by a
lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest
Shrouded by the
night And by the secret stair I quickly fled The veil
concealed my eyes while all within lay quiet as the
dead
CHORUS Oh
night thou was my guide of night more loving than the rising
sun Oh night that joined the lover to the beloved
one transforming each of them into the other
Upon that misty
night in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight Without a guide or
light than that which burned so deeply in my heart That fire
t'was led me on and shone more bright than of the midday
sun To where he waited still it was a place where no one else
could come
CHORUS
Within my
pounding heart which kept itself entirely for him He fell into
his sleep beneath the cedars all my love I gave From o'er the
fortress walls the wind would his hair against his brow And
with its smoothest hand caressed my every sense it would allow
CHORUS
I lost myself
to him and laid my face upon my lover's breast And care and
grief grew dim as in the morning's mist became the light There
they dimmed amongst the lilies fair there they dimmed amongst the
lilies fair there they dimmed amongst the lilies fair |