Agnus Dei
Artist(s): Elizabeth Zharoff
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Arranger(s):
David Peacock (ASCAP) 40% / Elizabeth Zharoff (ASCAP) 60%
Original Composer:
Traditional (Public Domain)
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Classical
Subcategories:
Chamber, Classical, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Opera, PD, Public Domain, Public Domain (PD), Traditional
Keywords:
Apocalypse, Beautiful, Bleak, Church, Classy, Concert, Death, Disaster, Dramatic, Elegant, Elegy, Emotional, Ethereal, Haunting, Lament, Mass, Melancholy, Mournful, Opera House, PD, Peaceful, Play, Public Domain, Reflective, Remembering, Sad, Somber, Sophisticated, Theater, Upper Class
Instruments:
Orchestra
BPM:
102
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Agnus Dei
Latin:
Agnus Dei,
quitollis peccata mundi:
miserere nobis.
Dona nobis pacem, Agnus Dei.
English Translation:
Lamb of God,
who took the sins of the world:
have mercy upon us.
Give us peace,
Lamb of God
Caro Mio Ben
Artist(s): Elizabeth Zharoff
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Arranger(s):
Elizabeth Zharoff (ASCAP) 100%
Original Composer:
Traditional (Public Domain)
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Classical
Subcategories:
Chamber, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Opera, PD, Places and Locations, Public Domain, Public Domain (PD), Solo Piano, World Italian
Keywords:
Aria, Blissful, Classy, Dedication, Elegant, Emotional, Florence, Graceful, Heartfelt, Heavenly, High Society, Italy, Love, Museum, Naples, New York, Opera House, PD, Passionate, Play, Pleading, Refined, Romantic, Rome, Sophisticated, Soprano, Tender, Upper Class, Wealthy
Instruments:
Solo Piano
BPM:
50
Language:
Italian
Key:
E♭
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Caro Mio Ben
Caro mio ben
Credimi almen
Senza di te
Languisce il cor.
Caro mio ben,
Senza di te Languisce il cor.
Il tuo fedel
Sospira ognor.
Cessa, crudel,
Tanto rigor!
Cessa, crudel,
Tanto rigor.
Tanto rigor!
ENGLISH:
My darling dear
at least believe me,
without you
my heart languishes.
My darling dear,
without you
my heart languishes.
Your faithful admirer
always sighs.
Stop, cruel one,
being so hard.
Stop, cruel one,
being so hard.
So hard!
Iolanta's Arioso
Artist(s): Elizabeth Zharoff
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Arranger(s):
Elizabeth Zharoff (ASCAP) 100%
Original Composer:
Pyotr Tchaikovsky (Public Domain)
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Classical
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Instrumental, Opera, PD, Public Domain, Public Domain (PD), World Russian
Keywords:
Beautiful, Classy, Concert, Elegant, Emotional, Melancholy, Moscow, Opera House, PD, Play, Reflective, Russia, Sad, Sophisticated, Theater, Upper Class, Wealthy, Winter
Instruments:
Orchestra
BPM:
45
Language:
Russian
Key:
D
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Iolanta's Arioso
RUSSIAN:
Otchego `eto prezhde ne znala
Ni toski ja ni gorja, ni slez,
I vse dni protekali, byvalo,
Sredi zvukov nebesnykh i roz? Chut' uslyshu ja ptic shchebetan'e, Chut' teplo ozhivit dalnij bor,
I vezde zazvuchit likovan'e,-
Ja vstupala v torzhestvennyj hor! A teper' vse mne dnem navevaet Neponjatnyj, glubokij uprek,
I ukory sud'be posylaet
Ptichek hor i shumiashchij potok. Otchego `eto nochi molchan'e
I prokhlada mne stali milej? Otchego ja kak budto rydan'ja Slyshu tam, gde poet solovej, Otchego skazhi?
English Translation:
Why before didn't I know
not sorrow, trouble, nor tears,
and all the days that went by
were filled with heavenly sounds and roses?
Barely would I hear birds twittering
and warmly the far forest awakening,
and everywhere resonating celebration,
I joined in the triumphant chorus.
But now all the day brings to me
is unclear, deep reproach,
and birds' songs and noisy floods,
echo fate's reproach.
Why is it, that the quiet of night
and cool air are now please me?
Why, when I hear the nightingale,
it seems a cry and not singing?
Why, tell me?
Requiem
Artist(s): Elizabeth Zharoff
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Writer(s):
Elizabeth Zharoff (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Classical
Subcategories:
Chamber, Classical, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Opera
Keywords:
Beautiful, Church, Classy, Concert, Death, Dramatic, Elegant, Elegy, Emotional, Ethereal, Funeral, Haunting, Lament, Mass, Melancholy, Mournful, Opera House, Peaceful, Play, Refined, Reflective, Remembering, Sad, Somber, Sophisticated, Soprano, Theater, Upper Class
Instruments:
Orchestra
BPM:
60
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Requiem
LATIN:
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine,
et lux perpetua luceat eis
ENGLISH:
Grant them eternal rest, Lord,
and let perpetual light shine on them
Seit Ich Ihn Gesehen
Artist(s): Elizabeth Zharoff
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Elizabeth Zharoff (ASCAP) 100%
Original Composer:
Robert Schumann (Public Domain)
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Classical
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Instrumental, Opera, PD, Public Domain, Public Domain (PD), World German
Keywords:
Beautiful, Classy, Concert, Elegant, Emotional, Germany, Haunting, Lieder, Melancholy, Opera House, PD, Play, Reflective, Sad, Sophisticated, Soprano, Theater, Upper Class, Wealthy
Instruments:
Piano
BPM:
60
Language:
German
Key:
B♭
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Seit Ich Ihn Gesehen
German:
Seit ich ihn gesehen,
Glaub ich blind zu sein;
Wo ich hin nur blicke,
Seh ich ihn allein;
Wie im wachen Traume Schwebt sein Bild mir vor, Taucht aus tiefstem Dunkel, Heller nur empor.
Sonst ist licht- und farblos Alles um mich her,
Nach der Schwestern Spiele Nicht begehr ich mehr, Möchte lieber weinen,
Still im Kämmerlein; Seit ich ihn gesehen, Glaub ich blind zu sein.
English:
"Since I Saw Him"
Since I saw him
I believe myself to be blind, where I but cast my gaze,
I see him alone.
as in waking dreams
his image floats before me, dipped from deepest darkness, brighter in ascent
All else dark and colorless everywhere around me,
for the games of my sisters I no longer yearn,
I would rather weep, silently in my little chamber, since I saw him,
I believe myself to be blind
Un Bel Di
Artist(s): Elizabeth Zharoff
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Arranger(s):
Elizabeth Zharoff (ASCAP) 100%
Original Composer:
Giacomo Puccini (Public Domain)
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Classical
Subcategories:
Chamber, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Opera, PD, Places and Locations, Public Domain, Public Domain (PD), World Italian
Keywords:
Aria, Beautiful, Blissful, Classy, Dedication, Elegant, Emotional, Florence, Graceful, Heartfelt, Heavenly, High Society, Italy, Love, Moving, Museum, Naples, New York, Opera House, PD, Passionate, Play, Pleading, Powerful, Romantic, Rome, Sad, Soothing, Sophisticated, Soprano, Tender, Upper Class, Wealthy
Instruments:
Piano, Strings
BPM:
80
Language:
Italian
Key:
C♯/D♭
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
3/4
Lyrics:
Un Bel Di
ITALIAN:
Un bel di, vedremo
Levarsi un fil di fumo sull'estremo
Confin del mare.
E poi la nave appare.
Poi la nave bianca
Entra nel porto, rumba il suo saluto.
Vedi? E venuto!
Io non gli scendo incontro. Io no.
Mi metto
La sul ciglio del colle e aspetto, e aspetto Gran tempo e non mi pesa
La lunga attesa.
E...uscito dalla folla cittadina
Un uom, un picciol punto
S'avvia per la collina.
Chi sarà? Chi sarà?
E come sarà giunto?
Che dirà? Che dirà?
Chiamerà Butterfly dalla lontana.
Io senza dar risposta
Me ne starò nascosta
Un po' per celia, e un po' per non morire Al primo incontro, ed egli alquanto in pena Chiamerà, chiamerà:
"Piccina mogliettina
Olezzo di verbena,"
I nomi che mi dava al suo venire.
Tutto questo avverrà, te lo prometto. Tienti la tua paura, - io son sicura
Fede l'aspetto
ENGLISH:
One fine day, we'll notice
A thread of smoke arising on the sea
In the far horizon,
And then the ship appearing.
Then the trim white vessel
Glides into the harbor,
Thunders forth her cannon.
See you? He is coming!
I do not go to meet him.
Not I. I stay
Upon the brow of the hillock and wait, and wait
For a long time, but never weary
Of the long waiting.
From out the crowded city,
There is coming a man -
A little speck in the distance, climbing the hillock. Can you guess who it is?
And when he's reached the summit
Can you guess what he'll say?
He will call "Butterfly" from the distance.
I, without answering,
Hold myself quietly concealed,
A bit to tease him, and a bit so as not to die
At our first meeting; and then, a little troubled,
He will call, he will call:
"Dear baby-wife of mine, dear little orange-blossom! The names he used to call me when he came here. This will all come to pass, just as I tell you.
Banish your idle fears - for he'll return, I know it.
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