LA BLANCHE NEIGE POULENC PDF

LA BLANCHE NEIGE POULENC PDF

This page lists all sheet music of La blanche neige (No. 1 from Sept Chansons) by Francis Poulenc (). La Blanche Neige (SSAATTBB a cappella). Poulenc, Francis; Sept Chansons ( Seven Songs): 1. La Blanche Neige $ Cdn Perusal copy in ( wks to order . Translations of 7 chansons. – La blanche neige. The White Snow -. FRENCH: Translations of text. ENGLISH: Translations of text. GERMAN: Translations of text.

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7 Chansons 1 – la blanche neige – Poulenc Francis | Sheet Music

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Le cuisinier plume les oies Ah! Handsome officer colour of sky The sweet spring long after Christmas Will decorate you as a fine sun. The cook plucks his geese Ah! The masques are silent And the music is so far off That it seems to come from the heavens Yes I want to love you but to love only just And my pain is a pleasure.

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The ewes go by in the snow Specks of wool and some of silver Soldiers pass by and if only I had A heart in me this heart changes Changes and how do I know. Do ,a know where your hair will go Curly as the flecked sea Do I know where you hair will go And your hands like autumn leaves Also scattered by our promises. I was walking by the Seine An old book under my arm The river is like my pain It flows and does not dry up When will the week end When will you return Marie.

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The angels, the angels in the sky One is clothed as an officer One is clothed as a cook And the others sing Handsome officer colour of sky The sweet spring long after Christmas Will decorate you as a fine sun The cook plucks his geese Ah! Farewell sadness Hello sadness You are inscribed in the lines of the ceiling You are inscribed in the eyes I love You are not quite misery itself Since the poorest of lips betray you With a smile Hello sadness Love of friendly souls Power of love From which kindness rises up Like a monster without a body Disappointed face Sadness beautiful face.

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7 Chansons, FP 81 (Poulenc, Francis)

Woman with whom I have lived, Woman with whom I live Woman with whom I will live Always the same You must have a red coat Red gloves a red mask And black stockings Motives proof To see you quite naked Pure nakedness, perfectly presented Your breasts O my heart.

Simulate The flowery shadow of flowers hanging in spring The bllanche day of the year and the Eskimo night The pangs of mystics in autumn The scent of roses the clever pain of the nettle Stretch out the transparent lines In the blanhe of your eyes Show the devastation of fire its inspired deeds And the paradise in its ash The abstract phenomenon fighting With the hands of the clock The wounds of truth unbending oaths Show yourself You can come out in a dress blacnhe crystal Your beauty remains Your eyes shed tears caresses smiles Your eyes have no secrets no limits.

A face at the end of the day A cradle in the dead leaves of the day A clutch of naked rain The whole sun hidden Every last well-spring beneath the water Every last mirror broken A face in the balance of silence A pebble among other pebbles For the slings of the last glimmers of day A face similar to all forgotten faces. You danced as a little girl Will you dance there as a grandmother Clappers rebounding All the bells will ring When will you return Marie The masques are silent And the music is so far off That it seems to come from the heavens Yes I want to love you but to love only just And my pain is a pleasure The ewes go by in the snow Specks of wool and some of silver Soldiers pass by and if only I had A heart in me this heart changes Changes and how do I know Do I know where your hair will go Curly as the flecked sea Do I know where you hair will go And your hands like autumn leaves Also scattered by our promises I was walking by the Seine An old book under my arm The river is like my pain It flows and does not dry up When will the week end When will you return Marie.

Faultlessly cultivated Earth Honey of dawn sun in flower Runner clutching by a thread onto the sleeper Tied by understanding And throwing him over his shoulder He has never been so new He has never been so heavy Worn he will become lighter Useful Bright sun of summer with Its warmth its softness its stillness And quickly The flower-carriers of the air touch the ground. Click track numbers above to select. Farewell sadness Hello sadness You are inscribed in the lines of the ceiling You are inscribed in the eyes I love You are not quite misery itself Since the poorest of lips betray you With a smile Hello sadness Love of friendly souls Power of love From which kindness rises up Like a monster without a body Disappointed face Sadness beautiful face No 3: Simulate The flowery shadow of flowers hanging in spring The shortest day of the year and the Eskimo night The pangs of mystics in autumn The scent of roses the clever pain of the nettle Stretch out the transparent lines In the clearing of your eyes Show the devastation of fire its inspired deeds And the paradise in its ash The abstract phenomenon fighting With the hands of the clock The wounds of truth unbending oaths Show yourself You can come out in a dress of crystal Your beauty remains Your eyes shed tears caresses smiles Your eyes have no secrets no limits No 5: A face at the end of the day A cradle in the dead leaves of the day A clutch of naked rain The whole sun hidden Every last well-spring beneath the water Every last mirror broken A face in the balance of silence A pebble among other pebbles For the slings of the last glimmers of day A face similar to all forgotten faces No 6: You danced as a little girl Will you dance there as a grandmother Clappers rebounding All the bells will ring When will you return Marie The masques are silent And the music is so far off That it seems to come from the heavens Yes I want to love you but to love only just And my pain is a pleasure The ewes go by in the snow Specks of wool and some of silver Soldiers pass by and if only I had A heart in me this heart changes Changes and how do I know Do I know where your hair will go Curly as the flecked sea Do I know where you hair will go And your hands like autumn leaves Also scattered by our promises I was walking by the Seine An old book under my arm The river is like my pain It flows and does not dry up When will the week end When will you return Marie No 7: