Kelsey Roberts    

Nobles seigneurs, salut! from Les Huguenots, Giacomo Meyerbeer

Greetings, noble lords,

A lady, noble and discreet,

of whom the kings would be jealous,

has charged me with this message,

gentlemen, for one of you.

Without naming her,

all honour here

to the gentleman

she has chosen!

Believe me,

no lord

has had so much glory

and good fortune.

Fear neither deception nor trap

in my words, gentlemen.

Now, salutations, may God protect

your combats and your loves!

Now, salutations, gentlemen!

May God protect your loves!​​

Haley Abramowitz

È strano…Ah, fors’è lui…Sempre libera, from La Traviata, Giuseppe Verdi

How strange! How strange!

I have these words engraved in my heart!

Would a serious love be a misfortune for me?

What's your decision, oh troubled soul of mine?

No man has set you on fire before

Oh what joy

I didn't know

being loved, loving!

And could I reject it

out of the barren insanity of my living?

 

Ah, maybe he's the one who

often rejoiced painting my soul

alone amid excitements

with his occult colours

How modest and vigilant he

climbed the sad doorsteps

and lit up a new fever

arousing my love!

Such a love that makes

The whole universe palpitate

mysterious and lofty

crucifixion and delight for my heart

 

Madness! This is a futile delirium!

Poor woman, alone, abandoned

in this crowded desert

that's called Paris

what do I hope for now on?

What must I do?

Have fun!

Perish in the vortices of pleasure!

Have fun!

 

I must stay always free

cavorting from joy to joy

I want my living to run

trough paths of pleasure

day in and day out

always happy in hangouts

among always new delights

my thoughts should fly

 

Madness! This is madness, a futile delirium!

Poor woman, alone, abandoned

in this crowded desert

that's called Paris

what do I hope for now on?

What must I do?

Have fun!

Perish in the vortices of pleasure!

 

I must stay always free

cavorting from joy to joy

I want my living to run

trough paths of pleasure

day in and day out

always happy in hangouts

among always new delights

my thoughts should fly

Emily Hughes

Nacqui all’affanno…Non più mesta, from La Cenerentola, Gioachino Rossini

I was born into worry and weeping,

To suffer with a silent heart;

But by a sweet spell

In the prime of age,

Like in a lightning flash,

My destiny was changed.

 

No, no, no, no, dry your tears:

Why do you tremble, why?

Fly to this bosom,

Daughter, sister, friend –

All are to be found in me.

No longer sad by the fire

Will I stay warbling, no!

It was a flash, a dream, a game,

My life's throb.

Justin Kroll

Lensky's Aria, from Eugene Onegin, Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

Where have you gone, o golden days of my spring?


What does the day coming has in store for me?

It escapes my eyes, it is hidden!

Shall I fall to the deadly arrow, or will it pass by?

All for better, there is a pre-determined time

For life and for sleep

Blessed is a day of simple tasks

And blessed is the day of troubles.

 

Will the day beam shine in the morning

And the bright day shall reign

And I, well, will I, perhaps, will descent

Into mysterious darkness of my fatal tomb?

And the memory of a strange poet will fall into Abyss

The world shall forget me, but you, you, Olga!

Tell me, will you, the maiden of beauty, come to shed a tear

Over the early urn

And think “he loved me, he devoted to me

The gloomy dawn of a troubled life!”

Ah Olga, I did love you,

To you alone I devoted

The gloomy dawn of my troubled life

Yes Olga, I did love you!

My wonderful friend, my dear friend,

Come, for I am your husband, etc.

Where have you gone, o golden days of my spring?

Leah Podzimek

Song to the Moon, from Rusalka, Antonín Dvořák

Moon, high and deep in the sky

Your light sees far,

You travel around the wide world,

and see into people's homes.

Moon, stand still a while

and tell me where is my dear.

Tell him, silvery moon,

that I am embracing him.

For at least momentarily

let him recall of dreaming of me.

Illuminate him far away,

and tell him, tell him who is waiting for him!

If his human soul is, in fact, dreaming of me,

may the memory awaken him!

Moonlight, don't disappear, disappear!

Illana Starr

Sta nell’ircana pietrosa tana, from Ariodante, George Frideric Handel

I'll leave from you, my good, alma molesta.



 

It is in the stony Iracana lair

disgruntled tiger, and uncertain slopes,

if he leaves, or waits
the cacciator.



 

From the strained strale

look at you want;

but then the offspring

leave in the wild.

Freme and the axle

desio of blood,

pity of the son;

then he wins love.

​

- BRIEF PAUSE-

Kelsey Roberts

Sein wir wieder gut, from Der Rosenkavalier, Richard Strauss

Be my friend once more!

With eyes new opened, I see what was hidden.

The depths of existence – who is there can plumb them

My dear friend,

there are many things in the world

which cannot be expressed in speech.

 

The poets put down very good words, quite good words

And yet, and yet, and yet –!

Courage is in me, my friend!

The world is beautiful,

and not frightening to the daring man.

 

And what then, is music?

 

Music is the holiest art,

which unites in sacred bonds all who can dare,

Like Cherubim guarding a radiant, shining throne!

And that is why she is the most sacred of the arts

 

Oh, sacred music!

Haley Abramowitz

His Name is Jan, from Breaking the Waves, Missy Mazzoli

[in English]

Emily Hughes

Minkswoman's Aria, from Flight, Jonathan Dove

[in English]

Justin Kroll

Tarquinius's Ride to Rome, from The Rape of Lucretia, Benjamin Britten

[in English]

Leah Podzimek

Tiara Aria, from The Enchanted Pig, Jonathan Dove

[in English]

Illana Starr

Seguidilla, from Carmen, Georges Bizet

Near the ramparts of Seville,

Where the guard is on duty,

Where the guard is on duty,

I will go to see my lover.

I will go to see my lover.

If I love you, be on your guard!

If you don't love me,

If you don't love me,

I love you!

If you don't love me,

If you don't love me,

I love you!

If I love you, be on your guard!