DESCRIPTION:
Eric Whitacre (*1970): Five Hebrew Love Songs
Text: Hila Plitmann
Junges Vokalensemble Hannover (Germany), conductor: Klaus-Juergen Etzold
Hartwig Meynecke ­ violin
Katharina Sahlfeld ­ soprano
Michael Immer ­ tambourine
Alexander Schories ­ piano

This video was made during the CD production and as promotion for the new
Eric Whitacre CD "hope, faith, life, love ­ Choral Music by Eric Whitacre"
with Junges Vokalensemble Hannover, conductor: Klaus-Juergen Etzold (Rondeau Production ROP6064, in cooperation with Deutschlandradio Kultur).
Date of recording: 30.6.2012, Pauluskirche Hannover (Germany)

The CD will be available commercially from 22.10.2012.
From January 2013 also on iTunes.

www.vokalensemble-hannover.de
www.rondeau.de

Camera: Jan Biring, Jan Frühauf, Michael Immer
Edit: Jan Frühauf
Sound: Tobias Hoff (Rondeau Production)


Texts:

I. Temuná (A picture)
Temuná belibí charutá;
Nodédet beyn ór uveyn ófel:
Min dmamá shekazó et guféch kach otá,
Usaréch al paná"ich kach nófel.

II. Kalá kallá (Light bride)
Kalá kallá Kulá shelí,
la la la la la la la la.
U"vekalút Tishák hi li!
La la la la la la la la.

III. Lárov (Mostly)
"Laróv, amár gag la"shama"im,
"Hamerchák shebeynéynu hu ad;
Ach lifnéy zman alu lechán shna"im,
Uveynéynu nishár sentiméter echad."

IV. Éyze shéleg! (What snow!)
Éyze shéleg!
Kmo chalomót ktaním Noflím mehashamá¹im.

V. Rakút (Tenderness)
Hu hayá malé rakút; Hi haytá kashá.
Vechól káma shenistá lehishaér kach,
Pashút, uvlí sibá tová,
Lakách otá el toch atzmó,
Veheníach Bamakóm hachí rach.


I. A Picture
A picture is engraved in my heart;
Moving between light and darkness:
A sort of silence envelopes your body,
And your hair falls upon your face just so.

II. Light bride
Light bride she is all mine,
la la la la la la la la.
And lightly she will kiss me!
La la la la la la la la.

III. Mostly
"Mostly," said the roof to the sky,
"the distance between you and me is endlessness;
But a while ago two came up here,
and only one centimeter was left between us."

IV. What snow!
What snow!
Like little dreams
Falling from the sky.

V. Tenderness
He was full of tenderness;
She was very hard.
And as much as she tried to stay thus,
Simply, and with no good reason,
He took her into himself,
And set her down
in the softest, softest place.


Text: Hila Plitmann