Альфред Шнитке - Жизнь с идиотом. Действие 1 - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Opera "Life with an idiot" (1990-1991)

Libretto Viktor Erofeev

Action 1.

Netherlands Opera, Statement B. Pokrovsky

I - Dale Duesing, Romain Bischoff (Baritones)

Wife - Teresa Ringholz (Soprano)

Vova - Howard Haskin (Tenor)

Watchman - Leonid Zimnenko (Bass)

VOCAL ENSEMBLE AND ROTTERDAM PHILHARMONIC ORCHESTRA

Mstislav Rostropovich (CONDUCTOR, PIANO)

Amsterdam, Het Muziektheater, April 1992

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Chorus: Life with an idiot is full of surprises.

I: My Vova, my punishment.

Wife: How could you choose him? Are you crazy!

Chorus: the devil himself is mutit.

Wife: You will have a son, Vova, you will be proud of them!

I: I am your son, Vova!

Wife: Vova, Vova, Vova!

Chorus: Life with an idiot is full of surprises.

I: Friends congratulated me with an idiot.

Choir friends: This, believe us, believe, nothing.

Wife: hugged, squeezed, kissed in cheeks.

I: I smiled confusedly, my head was spinning, my hands, smiles melted; I kissed friends in the cheek, hugged them and tiscala.

Choir of friends: Couples of friendship. To confess, we feared the worst, because there were every reason to fear the worst, and here you are life with an idiot; Punishment is light, unscrewing, can even say, not at all punishment; It depends on, of course, how to look, so, if you look through the bandage of our time, then in such a punishment there is a secret form of trust (you are still not all the ways closed!), New life of life, rather an order than the censure. In short, mission. Moreover, add that the choice is granted. They showed to you ...

I: I was negative in that winter, Mnitelin and was worried, and the world overturned into my imperitution, the boundaries between the subjects were blurred; Sweet Couples smoked.

I and the choir of friends: friends with a new force kested me, and I kissed them - so we kissed.

Choir of friends: Old man, there is happiness in misfortune. What kind of sin, you always disadvantaged compassion; Weakly - Friendly pucked friends, - You have this work with this part.

Wife and choir: And his unfortunate wife nodded too: poorly.

I: Well, thank God, well, thank God!

Choir of friends: They showed the condesception to you.

I: Finally, I understood that I was punished for what: for the lack of compassion.

Choir of friends: Raised laughter. We all enjoyed our wit. We laughed. We laughed. We laughed.

Wife: We laughed. We ate a lot and tasty.

I: once fell ridges in sour cream. So we ate them. And why didn't we eat the gyms in sour cream? In the sour cream they were quite like alive.

I: I did not argue with friends. I have not seen in that proc. I put out my ideal idiot. I didn't want to take some random oligofren at all: the flooded porous face, the opposite chin, twitching the sperm hands, wet pants.

Choir of friends: Zooming the living space - and nothing more.

I: I dreamed of completely different pathology - the blissful, oarodie pathology, folk in form and content. I represented myself a powerful evil elder with the soul of the color of the abandoned sky. Tea tea is injected, the face is light and clean, but the madness ripples - the devil himself is mutton. Ambivalent such an old man. I am going to take a blissful not for entertainment, but on interior, life calculation. Scary to live in the world, gentlemen!

Choir of friends: Scary to live in the world, gentlemen! Scary to live in the world, gentlemen!

Me: Well, here - and rejected. Sorry generously. I had a new and very worn wife.

Wife: And the old died. From scarletna.

Choir of friends: her incorrect diagnosis was put and misunderstood. She died.

I: I am a widower. And new too died. Unhappy woman! How she loved Pruts!

Wife: How I loved Pruts!

(Proust appears, it is bounted, dancing and disappears)

Wife: I would read and read before the lucky old-age Prut and cook me sumps from champignons! And I brutally killed me ...

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