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The first vision of John
10:08
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Behold, He cometh with clouds;
And every eye shall see Him.
And they also which pierced Him:
And all kindreds of the Earth
Shall wail because of Him,
Even so, Amen.
I am Alpha and Omega,
Saith the Lord, our God,
Which is, and which was, and which is to
come,
The Almighty.
I John, on a Lord‘s day,
Had a spiritual vision, and I heard
Behind me a great voice,
As of a trumpet, saying to me:
“What thou seest, write in a book,
and send it unto the seven churches:
unto Ephesus, Smyrna, Pergamos, Thyatira,
Sardis, Philadelphia, and unto Laodicea“.
And I turned to see the voice
that spake thus with me.
And I saw the Son of Man,
clothed with a garment, and girt about the
chest with a golden girdle.
His head and His hair
were white like wool, as white as snow;
and His eyes were as a flame of fire;
And His feet like unto fine brass,
as if burned in a furnace;
and His voice as the sound of many
waters.
And He had in His right hand seven stars:
and out of His mouth came a sharp
twoedged sword:
And His countenance was as the sun
shineth in his strength.
And when I saw Him, I fell at His feet as
if dead.
And He laid his right hand upon me,
saying unto me:
“Fear not; I am the first and the last:
I am he that liveth.
And was dead; and, behold, I am alive for
evermore,
And I have the keys of death.
So, write the things which thou hast seen,
and the things which are,
and the things which shall be hereafter...“.
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The flower and the bird
03:41
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The flower has blossomed out in the field,
Fragile, but after have conquered a snow!
She raises her blossom towards the Sun
While her sisters still sleep.
And the small blossom is gently growing,
And it spreads marvelous fragrance,
The life path has just begun,
It promises to be a wonderful one.
But suddenly a severe Northern Wind
Has broken her...
The bird began to sing in the woods,
The first child of the Spring!
A forest is awaking from a cold sleep,
The time is right for sonorous chants.
The song of the bird was heard
By the small and tender hearts of children
The song has promised them Life
Which is colourful, fragrant, and beautiful.
But suddenly the harsh Frost has frozen him...
Blossom will cover fields,
Blossom will flood all the nature,
But the first flower will not be
there,
Nobody will see her for evermore!
The woods will murmur the song of life,
But the fate of the bird is another
Since he was taken by the Death!
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The wind
03:47
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I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies‘ skirts across the grass –
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all –
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
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Rain
02:24
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The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.
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Singing
02:14
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Of speckled eggs the birdie sings
And nests among the trees;
The sailor sings of ropes and things
In ships upon the seas.
The children sing in far Japan,
The children sing in Spain;
The organ with the organ man
Is singing in the rain.
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Marching song
02:07
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Bring the comb and play upon it!
Marching, here we come!
Willie cocks his highland bonnet,
Johnnie beats the drum.
Mary Jane commands the party,
Peter leads the rear;
Feet in time, alert and hearty,
Each a Grenadier!
All in the most martial manner
Marching double-quick;
While the napkin, like a banner,
Waves upon the stick!
Here‘s enough of fame and pillage,
Great commander Jane!
Now that we‘ve been round the village,
Let‘s go home again.
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At the seaside
02:09
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When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
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The wind II
04:00
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I saw you toss the kites on high
And blow the birds about the sky;
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies‘ skirts across the grass –
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid.
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all –
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
O you that are so strong and cold,
O blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing all day long,
O wind, that sings so loud a song!
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Terrible house
03:04
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At night the doors of a wardrobe
Open like a coffin,
There is a black suit,
It swings as though hanged.
It swings in the moonlight,
It is black and headless,
It is terrifying to live
In such a house.
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If sailor tales
03:02
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If sailor tales to sailor tunes,
Storm and adventure, heat and cold,
If schooners, islands, and maroons
And Buccaneers and buried Gold,
And all the old romance, retold
Exactly in the ancient way,
Can please, as me they pleased of old,
The wiser youngsters of today:
– So be it, and fall on! If not,
If studious youth no longer crave,
His ancient appetites forgot,
Kingston, or Ballantyne the brave,
Or Cooper of the wood and wave:
So be it, also! And may I
And all my pirates share the grave
Where these and their creations lie!
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The town Aigradas has gone!
When and whither it has gone,
When and whither it has sunken –
The town Aigradas –
Only God knows...
Once a woman went to a spring to drink,
At that very spring she stopped to take a
drink.
When she stopped, when she kneeled,
she saw a lock.
She sees – in that spring, in that water
yonder a lock!
She took the lock, and drew it to herself;
The woman grabbed the lock and began
to pull at herself.
Barely she pulled, barely she lifted – bells
began to toll,
In that small spring, in that small water
bells began to toll!
All this is the truth! Well, is all this the
truth?
The tale is such – the bells began to toll...
Such a heavy chain rose in that spring,
And a woman was deeply frightened!
And she jumped, and spat, and shouted
out of the fright:
“Ah, be vanished at this spot, be
vanished!“
So, she dismissed the lock back to the
water,
And thus cursed everything again,
So, she dismissed the lock back to the
water,
And thus cursed everything again!
If she lifted a lock here,
She would have liberated the town
again...
Alas! The town was already jubilating
That it was being raised, being raised!
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Giedrius Alkauskas Vilnius, Lithuania
Giedrius Alkauskas (b. 1978) is a contemporary Lithuanian composer. Influences range from romantic German and Russian music, opera of various periods, folk music of various cultural traditions, XXth century composers, like B. Bartók, S. Prokofiev and C. Debussy. Inspirations come from poetry, art, mythology, psychology, religion, nature. He has written song cycles, dance suites, chamber music. ... more
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