The Tucson Winter Chamber Music Festival
Jennifer Foster, Soprano
Cover art: Brenda Semanick
Program notes: Nancy Monsman
Design and art direction: GroundZero
Producer and Recording Engineer: Matthew Snyder
Three Sephardic Songs
Jennifer Foster, Soprano
Katerina Englichova, Harp
Montañas altas y marinadas
Llevame donde el mi amor
Llevame donde el mi querido
Que con el tengo l'amor O
Ama me segun yo t'amo,
Mira que me va morir;
Lleva tiempo y viene tiempo,
Mira que por ti me va morir O
Por la calle ja aqui yo paso
Mi solumbre no te veràs
Llorando y sufriendo
Deonde viene el dolor O
High mountains near the seas
Carry me to where my love is
Carry me to where my desired one is
For with him I have love Oh
Love me like I love you
See that I am going to die
Time comes and goes,
See that for you I am going to die Oh
In the street I have already passed by here
You don't see my shadow
Crying and suffering
From where the pain comes Oh
Ven y verás, viaremos
Lo amor que tenemos los dos ven lo gustaremos
Arboles lloran por lluvia y montañas por aire
Asi lloran mis ojos por ti querida amante
Lluvia se hizo y se mojo la calle y la corteja,
Onde y diga a mi amore que es de los ojos mios.
Come and you will see, we'll see
The love that we two have we will enjoy
Trees cry for rain and mountains for air
So my eyes cry for you, dear beloved
Rain fell and made the street and courtyard wet,
It ripples out and tells my love that it is from my eyes.
Una noche yo me armi por ver vuestros recintados
Detame la puerta abierta y candil amatado
Tarala y la y hop tarala layla hoppa!
Tu me quieres, yo te quiero;
Tu madre no nos quiere
Esta noche arogo al dios en la cama rue ruede
Tarala y la . . .
Ni blanca soy ni morena
Ni cosa de la varvos
Por la gerve que a mi me haces
Y en alma mia entrates
Tarala y la . . .
One night I prepare myself to see your bedroom
Leave the door open and the candle extinguished
You love me, I love you;
Your mother doesn't love us
Tonight I beg God she'll stay in bed and sleep
Neither white nor brown am I
Neither have I anything of value
For you to boast of me
And yet into my soul you have entered