Toybnshtile 02:30

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Poet: Mani Leib [Mani Leib Brahinski] (1883–1953)

Hushed-doves, blue hour of dusk!
Spread for me my evening dream still wider!
Now ... now burning red, even more red are
My quiet roses—my wounds.

Now the racket on the street is dying;
Footsteps and words resound more gently, more softly,
Eyes yearning for eyes look paler,
Hands holding hands converse tenderly.

Now my longing is burning golden.
My blood gets hotter, my eyes wider!
Now...burning red, even more red are
My red roses—my wounds.

Poet: Mani Leib [Mani Leib Brahinski] (1883–1953)

toybnshtile, bloye ovnt-shtundn!
shpreyt far mir mayn ovnt-troym tseshpreyter!
itster...itster brenen royter, royter
mayne shtile royzn – mayne vundn.

itster shtarbt in gasn der gepilder;
trit un verter hilkhn shtiler, veykher,
oygn, benkendik nokh oygn, kukn bleykher,
hent in hent gedrikte redn epes milder.

itster vert mayn benkshaft gold getsundn.
heyser vert mayn blut, mayn oyg vert breyter!
itster...itster brenen royter, royter
mayne royte royzn – mayne vundn.



Composer: Lazar Weiner

Length: 02:30
Genre: Art Song

Performers: Harold Orbach, Tenor;  Barry Snyder, Piano

Date Recorded: 12/01/1992
Venue: Kilbourn Hall/Eastman School of Music (F), University of Rochester, New York
Engineer: Dusman, David
Assistant Engineer: Michael Isaacson and Samuel Rosenbaum

Additional Credits:

Translations and Transliterations: Eliyahu Mishulovin
Preliminary preparations by Adam J. Levitin


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