Lotte Betts-Dean & Friends |Programme and translations | Tait Tuesdays at Home | 28th April 2020

Tait Tuesdays at Home: Lotte Betts-Dean and Friends Programme Blossom Dearie - Plus je t’embrasse Edvard Grieg - From Hjertets melodier To brune Øjne Jeg elsker Dig Min Tanke er et Mægtigt Fjeld Fernando Sor - Cesa de atormentarme Manuel de Falla - Cançion Gabriel Fauré - Prison Francis Poulenc - Violon Gabriel Fauré - Clair de lune Tui St George Tucker - Dezember Carl Nielsen - Studie efter Naturen Niels Gade - Sneedronningen Sigurd von Koch - I månaden Tjaitra: Minns du våren Trad. arr. Ruth Wall - My Lagan Love Aaron Copland - Simple Gifts J.S Bach - Chorale ‘Ich, dein betrübtes Kind’ Erik Satie - Trois mélodies Le statue de Bronze Daphenéo Le chapelier Benjamin Britten La belle est au jardin d’amour I will give my love an apple Autumn Wind Jean Lenoir - Parlez-moi d’amour William Bolcom - Places to Live Charles Trenet - Boum!

Blossom Dearie - Plus je t’embrasse

The more I kiss you

Plus je t'embrasse, plus j'aime t'ebrasser Plus je t'enlace, plus j'aime t'enlacer Le temps qui passe ne peut rien y changer Mon coeur bat quand tu t'en vas Mais tout vabien quand tu reviens car Plus je t'embrasse, plus ''aime t'embrasser Je ne peux m'en passer

The more I kiss you, the more I like kissing you The more I embrace you, the more I like embracing you Time passes by, but it can't change a thing My heart beats when you leave, But everything is alright when you come back, 'cause The more I kiss you, the more I like kissing you I can't do without it

J'en ai tellement envie que j'oublie tout dans la vie C'est sans cesse que j'aime t'embrasser

I want it so much that I forget everything about life It's all the time that I like kissing you

Plus je t'embrasse, plus j'aime t'embrasser Plus je t'enlace, plus j'aime t'enlacer Le temps qui passe ne peut rien y changer Mon coeur bat quand tu t'en vas Mais tout va bien quand tu reviens car Plus je t'embrasse, plus j'aime t'embrasser Je ne peau m'en lasser J'en ai tellement envie que j'oublie tout dans la vie C'est sans cesse que j'aime t'embrassr

The more I kiss you, the more I like kissing you The more I embrace you, the more I like embracing you Time passes by, but it can't change a thing My heart beats when you leave, But everything is alright when you come back, 'cause The more I kiss you, the more I like kissing you I can't do without it I want it so much that I forget everything about life It's all the time that I like kissing you

Plus tu m'aimes, plus je t'aime Plus j'aime t'embrasser!

The more you love me, the more I love you, The more I love kissing you!

Grieg - To brune Øjne

Two Brown Eyes

To brune Øjne jeg nylig saa, i dem mit Hjem og min Verden laa.

Der flammed’ Snillet og Barnets Fred; jeg glemmer dem aldrig i Evighed!

Two brown eyes I recently spied, And in them lay my home and my world There talent flamed and peace of the child; I shall not forget them in eternity.

Grieg – Jeg elsker Dig

I love you

Min Tankes Tanke ene Du er vorden, Du er mit Hjærtes første Kjærlighed.

Jeg elsker Dig som Ingen her på Jorden, jeg elsker Dig i Tid og Evighed.

You have become the thought of my thoughts.

You are the first love of my heart.

And I love you like no-one on the earth.

I love you now and for ever.

Grieg – Min Tanke er et mægtigt Fjeld

My mind is like a mountain steep

Min Tanke er et mægtigt Fjeld, der over Himlene gaar; mit Hjerte er et Hav saa dybt, hvor Bølge mod Bølge slaar.

Og Fjeldet løfter dit Billed højt mod Himlens Blaa.

Men selv, Du lever i Hjertet, hvor dybe Brændinger gaa.

My mind is like the mountain steep, That towers above the skies; My hear is a sea so deep Where wave beats against wave.

And the mountain bears up your image High against the blue sky.

But you dwell in my heart Where the deep waves break.

Sor - Cesa de atormentarme

Cease tormenting me

Cesa de atormentarme, Cruel Memoria Acordándome un tiempo, Qui fuí dichoso.

Y aún lo sería si olvidarme pudiera De aquellas dichas.

Cease tormenting me, cruel Memory Reminding me of a time when I was happy.

Happy would I be still, if I could but forget that happiness.

De Falla - Cançion

Song

Por traidores, tus ojos, voy a enterrarlos; No sabes lo que cuesta, «Del aire» Niña, el mirarlos.

«Madre a la orilla Madre.»

Because your eyes are traitors I will hide from them You don't know how painful it is to look at them.

"Mother, I feel worthless, Mother."

Dicen que no me quieres, Ya me has querido...

Váyase lo ganado, «Del aire» Por lo perdido, «Madre a la orilla Madre.»

They say they don't love me and yet once they did love me "Love has been lost in the air Mother, all is lost It is lost, Mother."

Fauré - Prison

Prison

Le ciel est, par-dessus le toit, Si bleu, si calme!

Un arbre, par-dessus le toit, Berce sa palme.

La cloche, dans le ciel qu’on voit, Doucement tinte.

The sky above the roof – So blue, so calm!

A tree, above the roof, Waves its crown.

The bell, in the sky that you see, Gently rings.

Un oiseau sur l’arbre qu’on voit Chante sa plainte.

Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, la vie est là, Simple et tranquille.

Cette paisible rumeur-là Vient de la ville.

– Qu’as-tu fait, ô toi que voilà Pleurant sans cesse, Dis, qu’as-tu fait, toi que voilà, De ta jeunesse?

A bird, on the tree that you see, Plaintively sings.

My God, my God, life is there, Simple and serene.

That peaceful murmur there Comes from the town.

O you, what have you done, Weeping without end, Say, what have you done With your young life?

Poulenc - Violon

Violin

Couple amoureux aux accents méconnus Le violon et son joueur me plaisent.

Ah! j’aime ces gémissements tendus Sur la corde des malaises.

Aux accords sur les cordes des pendus À l’heure où les Lois se taisent Le cœur, en forme de friase, S’offre à l’amour comme un fruit inconnu.

Loving couple of misapprehended sounds Violin and player please me.

Ah! I love these long wailings Stretched on the string of disquiet, To the sound of strung-up chords At the hour when Justice is silent The heart, shaped like a strawberry, Gives itself to love like an unknown fruit.

Fauré - Clair de lune

Moonlight

Votre âme est un paysage choisi Que vont charmant masques et bergamasques Jouant du luth et dansant et quasi Tristes sous leurs déguisements fantasques.

Tout en chantant sur le mode mineur L’amour vainqueur et la vie opportune, Ils n’ont pas l’air de croire à leur bonheur Et leur chanson se mêle au clair de lune, Au calme clair de lune triste et beau, Qui fait rêver les oiseaux dans les arbres Et sangloter d’extase les jets d’eau, Les grands jets d’eau sveltes parmi les marbres.

Your soul is a chosen landscape Bewitched by masquers and bergamaskers, Playing the lute and dancing and almost Sad beneath their fanciful disguises.

Singing as they go in a minor key Of conquering love and life’s favours, They do not seem to believe in their fortune And their song mingles with the light of the moon, The calm light of the moon, sad and fair, That sets the birds dreaming in the trees And the fountains sobbing in their rapture, Tall and svelte amid marble statues.

St. George Tucker - Dezember

December

Im Winterlaub und Raureits Glitzerhelle, Aus Wald und Garten wächst die Hügelwelle und flutet mich an die verstummte Stelle

From winter foliage and roughness glitter, From the forest and garden grows the wave of hills and floods me to the silent place

Das Liebste schweigt im harten braunen Grunde, Ganz steingeborgen, beinah ohne Wunde,

The sweetheart is silent in the hard brown ground, Completely stone-salvaged, almost without wound,

Vielleicht noch lächelnd mit verfallnen Munde

Maybe still smiling with a decaying mouth

Blauschwarzer Wind und geigen-singende Fernen:

Blue-black wind and violin-singing distances:

Nie wird mein Blut ihr starres Blut verlernen.

O kalter Tanz mit allen Morgensternen!

My blood will never forget her rigid blood.

O cold dance with all the morning stars!

Nielsen - Studie efter Naturen

Study after nature

Solen skinner i Naboens Gaard, Husene ere saa lave, Gaarden har Plads til en Mødding kun og en trealens Have.

Haven er i sin egen Maner, den har slet ingen Gange; men den ejer een Stikkelsbær-Busk, der er saa god som saa mange.

Mutter i Dag har næstendeels skjult baade Mødding og Have, thi sine Sengklæder paa et Stillads har hun i Solen, den Brave!

Ungerne sole sig si ogsaa lidt, ligge paa Dyne og Pude, hver har i Haanden et Smørrebrød, som de fortære derude; Smørret smelter i Solens Brand, - Søvnen over dem daler, Gaardhanen stikker sit Hoved frem, bryster sig stolt og galer.

Ungerne sole sig, Søvnen over dem daler.

Sunshine over the neighbouring yard, The houses are so low, The yard only has room for a dunghill, and a garden of trees.

The garden has a way of its own, It has no paths at all, but it has one gooseberry shrub, as good as any other.

Today, mother has nearly hidden both dunghill and garden, for she has put her bedding on a scaffold in the sun, the brave one!

The children are sunbathing too, laying on blankets and pillows, each with a pastry in their hands, which they are eating, The butter is melting in the flame of the sun, Sleep falls over them, The rooster rears his head, proudly puffs himself up, and crows.

The children lie in the sun and fall asleep.

Gade - Sneedronningen

The Snow Queen

Høit ligger paa Marken den hvide Snee, Dog kan man Lyset i Hytten see; Der venter Pigen ved Lampens Skjær Paa sin Hjertenskjær.

Brightly shimmers the snow on the wide path, Only a lonely light flickers in a little hut.

There, a girl waits for her beloved by the lamplight.

I Møllen er stille, see Hjulet staaer.

Snart glatter Svenden sit gule Haar, Saa hopper han lystigt, hei een, to, tre, Over Iis og Snee.

Han synger omkap med den skarpe Vind, Der rødmer saa smukt hans sunde Kind.

Snee-Dronningen rider paa sorten Sky Over Mark og By.

Silent is the mill, the grindstone stands still.

Quickly the young man smoothes his blonde hair; And cheerfully skips, one, two, three, Over ice and snow.

Happily he sings through the icy wind, which burns his beautiful cheeks red.

The Snow Queen travels over the forest upon the grey clouds.

“Du er mig saa smuk ved Snee-Lysets Skjær, Jeg kaarer Dig til min Hjertenskjær, Kom, følg mig høit paa min svømmende Ø, Over Bjerg og Sø!”

‘How beautiful you are by the snow’s glow, I choose you to be mine!

Come, follow me to my swimming cloud of snow, Over the mountains and seas!’

Snee-Flokkene falde saa tyst, saa tæt.

“Jeg fanger Dig vist i mit Blomster-Net! Hvor Snee-Dyngen reiser sig høit paa Eng, Staaer vor Brudeseng!”

The snowflakes fall so large and dense, ‘My floral web will catch you; oh do not flee me!

My brides’ bed awaits, shimmering and beautiful, Come, oh betrothed, come, And fall asleep beside me!’

Ei meer kan man Lyset i Hytten see; I Ringdands hvirvler den hvide Snee, Et Stjerneskud spiller bag Skyen smukt, Nu er det alt slukt.

The light in the little hut shines no more, The flakes swirl white in thick rows.

A little bright star shoots from the cloudsAnd is suddenly extinguished.

Klart skinner Solen paa Mark og Eng; Han sover saa sødt i sin Brude-Seng.

Den Pigelil ængstes, til Møllen hun gaaer, Men Drivhjulet staaer.

The Sun glows brightly over field and forest, Asleep in the brides’ bed so icy cold.

The girl grows anxious and goes to the mill, Yet the grindstone stands still.

Von Koch - Minns du våren

Do you remember?

Minns du våren, kärlekstrånadens första tvekande drömmars tid, kokilans sång i Tjaitramånadens klara leende nätters frid?

Minns du, hur sakta du vaggade, älskade, på mina knän, medan den svala aftonen daggade mangons blomröda trän?

In the month of Tjaitra Do you remember the spring, The first hesitant dreams of love, The Kokila’s song in the clear peaceful nights of the month of Tjaitra?

Do you remember how I slowly rocked you, My love, on my lap, While the evening air dewed the red-flowered mango trees.

Lotusögonen sakta slöto sig, doftande huvudet sjönk mot min arm, samman, långsamt läpparna göto sig stilla vi drömde, barm mot barm.

Stjärnorna, stora och spörjande, skredo i kyligt blå, hälften i glädje - och hälften i sörjande länge - dröjde vi så...

Lotus-eyes closing slowly, a fragrant head sinks against my arm, slowly, lips draw closed in stillness we dreamed, chest to chest.

The stars, large and inquisitive, move in cool blue, Half in happiness- and half in mourningLong- we stayed like this...

My Lagan Love Where Lagan stream sings lullaby There blows a lily fair The twilight gleam is in her eye The night is on her hair

And like a love-sick lennan-shee She has my heart in thrall Nor life I owe nor liberty For love is lord of all.

And often when the beetle's horn Hath lulled the eve to sleep I steal unto her shieling lorn And thru the dooring peep.

There on the cricket's singing stone, She spares the bogwood fire, And hums in sad sweet undertone The songs of heart's desire Her welcome, like her love for me, Is from her heart within: Her warm kiss is felicity That knows no taint of sin.

And, when I stir my foot to go, 'Tis leaving Love and light To feel the wind of longing blow From out the dark of night.

Simple Gifts Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free 'tis the gift to come down where you ought to be And when we find ourselves in the place just right 'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gained To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed To turn, turn will be our delight 'Till by turning, turning we come round right.

Bach - Ich, dein betrübtes Kind Ich, dein betrübtes Kind, Werf alle meine Sünd, So viel ihr in mir stecken Und mich so heftig schrecken, In deine tiefen Wunden, Da ich stets Heil gefunden.

I, Your troubled child

I, Your troubled child, cast all my sins, as many as hide within me and frighten me so greatly, into Your deep wounds, where I have always found salvation.

Satie - La statue de bronze

The bronze statue

La grenouille Du jeu de tonneau S'ennuie, le soir, sous la tonnelle...

Elle en a assez!

D'être la statue Qui va prononcer un grand mot: Le Mot!

The frog grows weary Of the barrel game, at evening, beneath the arbor...

She has had enough!

Of being the statue Who is about to hurl into the silence great word: The Word!

Elle aimerait mieux être avec les autres Qui font des bulles de musique Avec le savon de la lune Au bord du lavoir mordoré Qu'on voit, là-bas, luire entre les branches...

She would love to be with the others Who make music bubbles With the soap of the moon Beside the lustrous bronze tub That one sees there, shining between the branches...

On lui lance à coeur de journée Une pâture de pistoles Qui la traversent sans lui profiter

At midday one hurls at her A feast of discs That pass through without benefit to her

Et s'en vont sonner Dans les cabinets De son piédestal numéroté!

And will resound In the chambers of her numbered pedestal!

Et le soir, les insectes couchent Dans sa bouche...

And at night, the insects go to sleep In her mouth...

Satie – Daphénéo

Daphénéo

Dis-moi, Daphénéo, quel est donc cet arbre Dont les fruits sont des oiseaux qui pleurent?

Tell me, Daphénéo, what is that tree The fruit of which is weeping birds?

Cet arbre, Chrysaline, est un oisetier.

That tree, Chrysaline, is a bird-tree.

Ah! Je croyais que les noisetiers Donnaient des noisettes, Daphénéo.

Ah! I thought that hazelnut trees Produce hazelnuts, Daphénéo.

Oui, Chrysaline, les noisetiers donnent des noisettes, Mais les oisetiers donnent des oiseaux qui pleurent.

Yes, Chrysaline, hazelnut trees give hazelnuts, But bird-trees give weeping birds.

Ah!...

Ah!...

Satie – Le chapelier

The milliner

Le chapelier s'étonne de constater Que sa montre retarde de trois jours,

The milliner is surprised to note That his watch is three days slow,

Bien qu'il ait eu soin de la graisser Toujours avec du beurre de première qualité.

Mais il a laissé tomber des miettes De pain dans les rouages, Et il a beau plonger sa montre dans le thé, Ça ne le fera pas avancer d’avantage.

Though he has taken care to grease it, Always with first-quality butter.

But he allowed crumbs of bread To fall into its gears, And though he plunges his watch in tea, This will not improve the situation.

Britten - La belle est au jardin d’amour

Beauty is in the garden of love

La belle est au jardin d'amour, La belle est au jardin d'amour.

Il y a un mois ou cinq semaines.

Laridondon, laridondaine.

Beauty is in the garden of love, There for a month or five weeks.

Son père la cherche partout, Son père la cherche partout.

Son amoureux qui est en peine.

Laridondon, laridondaine.

"Berger berger, n'as tu point vu, Berger, berger, n'as tu point vu.

Passer ici celle que j'aime?"

Laridondon, laridondaine.

Her father is looking for her everywhere And his lover is in pain.

Shepherd, shepherd, did not you see Have not you seen beauty itself?

She is there in these valleys, Telling her sorrows to a bird.

The beautiful bird has flown away, And takes sadness with it.

"Elle est là-bas dans ce vallon, Elle est là-bas dans ce vallon, A un oiseau conte ses peines."

Laridondon, landondaine.

Le bel oiseau s'est envolé, Le bel oiseau s'est envolé, Et le chagrin bien loin emmène.

Laridondon, laridondaine.

Britten - I will give my love an apple

Britten - Autumn Wind

will give my love an apple without any core I will give my love a house without any door I will give my love a palace wherein she may be And she may unlock it without any key

Autumn wind rises: white clouds fly.

Grass and trees wither: geese go south.

Orchids all in bloom: chrysanthemums smell sweet.

I think of my lovely lady: I never can forget.

Floating-pagoda boat crosses Fēn River.

Across the mid-stream white waves rise; Flute and drum keep time to sound of the rowers' song; Amidst revel and feasting, sad thoughts come; Youth's years how few! Age how sure!

My head is the apple without any core My mind is the house without any door My heart is the palace wherein she may be And she may unlock it without any key I will give my love an apple without any core I will give my love a house without any door

I will give my love a palace wherein she may be And she may unlock it without any key

Lenoir - Parlez-moi d’amour Parlez-moi d'amour Redites-moi des choses tendres Votre beau discours Mon cœur n'est pas las de l'entendre Pourvu que toujours Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes Je vous aime Vous savez bien Que dans le fond, je n'en crois rien Mais cependant je veux encore Écouter ces mots que j'adore Votre voix aux sons caressants Qui le murmure en frémissant Me berce de sa belle histoire Et malgré moi je veux y croire Parlez-moi d'amour Redites-moi des choses tendres Votre beau discours Mon cœur n'est pas las de l'entendre Pourvu que toujours Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes Je vous aime Il est si doux Mon cher trésor, d'être un peu fou La vie est parfois trop amère Si l'on ne croit pas aux chimères Le chagrin est vite apaisé Et se console d'un baiser Du cœur on guérit la blessure Par un serment qui le rassure Parlez-moi d'amour Redites-moi des choses tendres Votre beau discours Mon cœur n'est pas las de l'entendre Pourvu que toujours Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes Je vous aime!

Speak to me of love

Speak to me of love, tell me tender things once more.

Your beautiful talk, my heart does not tire of hearing it, as long as you always repeat those ultimate words: "I love you."

You know that in the end, I believe none of it but nevertheless I want again to hear the words that I adore.

Your voice in caressing sounds that whispers them while trembling cradles me with its beautiful story, and despite myself I want to believe it.

Speak to me of love, tell me tender things once more.

Your beautiful talk, my heart does not tire of hearing it, as long as you always repeat those ultimate words: "I love you."

It is so sweet, my dear treasure, to be a bit crazy.

Life is sometimes so bitter if you don't believe in fantastic dreams.

Sorrows are quickly soothed and consoled by a kiss We heal the heart’s wounds by a vow that reassures: Speak to me of love, tell me tender things once more.

Your beautiful talk, my heart does not tire of hearing it, as long as you always repeat those ultimate words: "I love you”.

Bolcom - Places to Live Places to live! Give me places to live!

Wonders to wander to places to live!

My feet are dreaming of new dust, new dirt My hips want to swing in a cellophane skirt Give me my change in a celluloid note While I buy wooden hats from the factory boat Places to live! Give me places to live!

Wonders to wander to places to live!

My tonsils are longing to hum a new tune I'm dying to dance by the dark of the moon With mustachioed Mounties in deep purple kilts And me in blue velvet on flaming red stilts Places to live! Give me places to live!

Wonders to wander to places to live!

My soul is keening for new forms of faith!

I need a new God more than Henry the Eighth To take off my feathers and give me release And I'll kneel in the sand and I'll drown my valise!

Places to live, give me places to live...

Trenet - Boum!

Boom

Boum La pendule fait tic tac tic tac Les oiseaux du lac font pic pic pic pic Glou glou glou font tous les dindons Et la jolie cloche ding din don Mais ...

Boom The clock goes tic tac tic tac The birds of the lake go pic pac pic pic Glou glou glou go all the turkeys And the beautiful bell goes ding din don But .....

Boum!

Quand notre cœur fait Boum Tout avec lui dit Boum Et c'est l'amour qui s'éveille.

Boum!

Il chante : Love in Bloom Au rythme de ce Boum Qui redit Boum à l'oreille

Boom! when our hearts go Boom Everything with it goes Boom And love is awakened Boom!

It sings: Love in Bloom At the rhythm of this Boom That again says Boom!

Tout a changé depuis hier Et la rue a des yeux qui regardent aux fenêtres Y a du lilas et y a des mains tendues Sur la mer le soleil va paraître

Everything has changed since yesterday And the street has eyes that look to the windows There is lilac and there are outstretched hands On the sea the sun will appear

Boum!

L'astre du jour fait Boum Tout avec lui dit Boum Quand notre cœur fait Boum Boum

Boom!

The luminary of the day goes Boom Everything with it goes Boom When our heart goes Boom

Le vent dans les bois fait hou hou hou La biche aux abois fait mê mê mê La vaisselle cassée fait cric crin crac Et les pieds mouillés font flic flic flac Mais...

The wind in the woods goes hoo hoo hoo The doe at the farm goes meeh meeh meeh The broken dishes go krik krik krak And wet feet go flic flic flac But.....

Boum!

Quand notre cœur fait Boum Tout avec lui dit Boum L'oiseau dit Boum, c'est l'orage Boum L'éclair qui lui fait boum Et le bon Dieu dit Boum Dans son fauteuil de nuages.

Boom! when our heart goes Boom Everything with it says Boom The bird says Boom, it's the storm...

Boom!

The lightning that goes Boom And the good Father in Heaven says Boom On his bed of clouds

Car mon amour est plus vif que l'éclair Plus léger qu'un oiseau qu'une abeille Et s'il fait Boum s'il se met en colère Il entraîne avec lui des merveilles.

For my love is brighter than the lightning Lighter than a bird, than a bee And if it goes Boom it gets angry But brings wonders with it

Boum!

Le monde entier fait Boum Tout l'univers fait Boum Parce que mon cœur fait Boum Boum Boum!

Je n'entends que Boum Boum Ça fait toujours Boum Boum Boum Boum Boum...

Boom!

The whole world goes Boom All the universe goes Boom Because my heart goes Boom Boom Boom!

All I hear is Boom Boom!

It’s still going Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom...!