"El arbol del olvido" Musica: Alberto Ginastera Texto: Fernan Silva Valdes En mis pagos hay un arbol Que del olvido se llama Al que van a despenarse, Vidalitay, Los moribundos del alma. Para no pensar en vos, Bajo el arbol del olvido, Me acoste una nochecita, Vidalitay, Y me quede bien dormida. Al despertar de aquel sueno, Pensaba en vos otravez. Pues, me olvide de olvidarte, Vidalitay, En cuantito me acoste.	"Song to the tree of oblivion" Music: Alberto ginastera Words: fernan Silva Valdez In my heirloom is a tree Which we call the tree of oblivion, Where the dead of soul, Vidalitay, Go to console themselves. So as not to think about you I lay down one night Under the tree of oblivion, Vidalitay, And I fell sound asleep. On waking from my dreams I thought about you again Because in the moment that I slept Vidalitay, I forgot to forget you	The Music The songs of the composers to be heard on this CD all find their origin in the folklore music of Argentina and Brazil. Throughout centuries musicians have been inspired by folklore rhythms and melodies while searching for their roots in relevant cultures. Universal themes proved to distinguish themselves only by means of expression. This resulted in a more profound understanding of the native-, but also of the foreign language and culture. The geographical position and the language of a country define the eventual sound of its folk music. A country like Argentina with its vast area of the Pampas, has challenged artists to compose songs that are very strongly connected to the element "Earth". Brazil on the other hand, with its enormous coastline and tropical climate, invited artists time and again to compose songs connected to the element "Water".	The Musicians Contrasts, far horizons, other languages and cultures inspire us. They provide us with a possibility to escape our daily life, but also invite us to broaden our horizons through created distance. Was it for this very reason that more than tow hundred years ago Columbus and Vasco da Gama decided to sail out to Terra Incognita? Did they try to come closer to themselves by tempting far horizons? Anyhow, years even centuries later a Dutch musician traveled to South America to find herself falling in love with the treasure of folklore music she came across. When returning to her native soil she found a pianis with Portuguese ancestors from the time of the great discovery voyages and started a musical adventure with her. What once started as a Terra Incogita for just the singer now becomes a Terra Incognita for both.
	Christel Veraart, Mezzo-Soprano; Studied classical piano and singing in The Netherlands, France, England and Argentina. Since a few years she concentrates mainly on South American music. This lead to several projects and concerts, both within The Netherlands and abroad such as; Theatre production in which the music of Astor Piazzolla stood central, Cooperation with the trio "Alazan" with songs from both Astor Piazzolla and Atahualpa Yupanqui and at present "Terra Incognita" which focusses on the folklore music of Argentina and Brasil. Judith Wijs, Piano Studied classical piano in The Netherlands. Since a few years she concentrates mainly on the folklore music from different cultures, amongst them music from South America but also from the East. This resulted in working together with the piano collective Gurdjieff the Hartman. Since a few years she is the regular accompanist of Christel Veraart and they appear regularly in the Netherlands as well as abroad.	"Encantamiento" Musica: Carlos Guastavino Texto: Gabriela Mistral Este nino es un encanto, Parecido al fino viento. Si dormido lo amamanto, Que me bebe yo no siento. Es mas dulce este alquerio, Que el contorno de la loma. Es mas lindo el hijo mio, Que este mundo al que se asoma. Es mas rico este mi nino, Que la tierra y que los cielos. En mi pecho tiene armino y, En mi canto terciopelo Y es su cuerpo tan pequeno, Cual el grano de mi trigo. Menos pesa que el ensueno, No lo ven y esta conmigo.	"Enchantment" Music: Carlos Guastavino Words: Gabriela Mistral This child enchants, Resembling a light breeze while asleep. As I feed him I don't notice he drinks. He's sweeter, this loved child, Than the outline of a hill. He's more beautiful, my son, Than the world he came into. He's richer, this child, Than the skies and earth. At my breast, he finds ermine. In my song, he finds velvet. His body is so small, it Weighs less than a grain of corn. Though they, with their vision, May not see him, He's with me.
"El Alazan" (Para Leandro) Musica/Texto: Atahualpa Yupanqui Como de una cinta de fuego, Galopando, galopando. Crin revuelta en llamaradas, Mi Alazan, te estoy nombrando. Trepo las sierras con luna, Cruzo los valles nevando. Cien caminos anduvimos, Mi Alazan, te estoy nombrando. Oscuro lazo de niebla, Te pierdo junto al barranco, Como fue que no lo viste? "Que estrella estabas buscando?" En el fondo del abismo, Ni una voz para nombrarlo. Solito se fue moriendo, Mi caballo, mi caballo. Sobre la orqueta de un tala, Hay un morral solitario, Hay un corral sin relinchos, Mi Alazan, te estoy nombrando. Si como dicen algunos, Hay cielos para caballos, Por ahi andara mi flete, Galopando, galopando.	"The sorrel" (For Leandro) Music and Words: Atahualpa Yupanqui Like a fiery stripe Galloping, galloping Mane flaming, my sorrel, I am talking about you. Dark lasso of mist Tying you to the abyss, How come you did not see? For which star were you searching? At the bottom of the abyss With no voice to name him, He went alone to die, My horse, my horse. On the dry branch Of a lost tree, A nosebag hangs The paddock has no whinny. If there are heavens For horses, as they say, It is there that my soulmate must be Galloping, galloping	"Beiramar" - "Iemanja oto" Musica: Narlos Nobre Texto: Folclore da Bahia Iemanja oto bajareo Iaoto bajare o Iemanja oto bajare O Iaoto bajare o Sereia do mar levantou Sereia do mar quer brincar Canoas te vao trazer Presentes te vao levar Mae d'agua a certou macumba Vem vindo brincar na areia Trazendo Orunga o filho d'Inae O Ina ode resse e oki Iemanja Ero legeu o ina o de resse e Oki Iemanja ero legeu	Beiramar Iemanja oto Music: Marlos Nobre Words: Traditional from Bahia Iemanja oto bajareo Iaoto bajare o Iemanja oto bajare O Iaoto bajare o Siren of the Sea, Stand up! Siren of the sea wants to play Canoes will carry you Presents they willbring you Mother of water and accepted by Macumba Come and look at the sand that is playing And who's bringing Orunga, the son of Inae O Ina ode resse e oki Iemanja Ero legeu o ina o de resse e Oki Iemanja ero legeu
"Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazon" Musica/Texto: Fito Paez Quien dijo que todo esta perdido? Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazon. Tanta sangre que se llevo el rio Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazon No sera tan facil, ya se que pasa No sera tan simple como pensaba. Como abrir el pecho y sacar del alma Una cuchillada de amor Luna de los pobres, siempre abierta Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazon Como un documento inalterable Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazon Y mire las puntas de un mismo lazo Y me ire tranquila, me iré despacio Y te dare todo y me daras algo Algo que me alivie un poco mas Cuando no haya nadie cerca o lejos Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazon Cuando los satelites no alcancen Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazon Y hablo de paises y de esperanzas Hablo por la vida, hablo por la nada Hablo de cambiar esta, nuestra casa De cambiarla por cambiar no masQuien dijo que todo esta perdido Yo vengo a ofrecer mi corazon	"I come to offer my heart" Music and Words: Fito Paez Who said that all is lost? I come to offer my heart. The river has taken so much blood I come to offer my heart. It will not be easy; I know what happens, It will not be as simple as I thought. Like opening the chest and taking out of the soul A knife with love. Moon of the poor, always open. I come to offer my heart. Like an unalterable document I come to offer my heart. And I looked at the endings of the same lasso And I went calmly and I went softly And I would give you everything and you would give me something Something that will alleviate me a little more. When there will be nobody, far away or close by, I come to offer my heart, When the satellites are not enough. I come and offer my heart And I talk about countries and expectations I talk for life and I talk for nothing I talk about changing this, our home Changing it just for the sake of changing. Who said that all is lost? I come to offer my heart.	Cancao de cristal" Musica: Heitor Villa Lobos Texto: Murillo Araujo Onde a menina a inocencia Que acendia a terra e os mares O sorriso cuja essencia Enchia de azul os ares Fugiam, se aparecia, As sombras e os noitibos Era a manha de alegria Com rios claros na voz Era o que mais ninguem era Mudava toda penumbra, Nesses jardins de quimera Que o sol cantante deslumbra Em sua presenca havia, Rosas, orvalho, esplendor.. Era a manha de alegria Toda em passaros de amor. Auras leves, sons de sino Ouro e lilaz pe los vales Tudo trouxe ao meu destino Mudando em luz os meus males Trouxe o milagre do dia Para que estrela emigrou? Era a manha de alegria Porque mal veiu e acabou Ah!	"Song of crystal" Music: Heitor Villa Lobos Text:: Murillo Araujo Where the girl is, the innocence That lit the earth and seas With its smile, which filled The skies with blue essence Before fleeing The shadows and the nighthawks It was a morning of happiness With a voice of clear streams. It was what no one else was. All twilight changed In those dreamed gardens In which the singing sun revealed Her presence among The roses and splendor of dew. It was a morning of happiness: Just lovebirds, Light breezes, bold bells And lilacs in the valleys Destined to bring To light my failures. Brought by day's wonder, Towards which star did she move? Why was the morning of happiness Ended just as it began?
. "Beiramar" - "Estrela do Mar" Musica: Marlos Nobre Texto: Folclore da bahia Oh Iemanja quem vem me beijar Abaluae quem vem me arrastar Eu vou co'a rede pescar E vou muito peixe trazer Das verdes estradas do mar Quero ser feliz Quero me afogar Nas ondas da praia vou ver Vou ver a estrela do mar E no chao desse mar esquecer O que eu nao posso pegar O Iaoto Vem ver meu penar O bajare Qeum me faz sonhar Sereia fuja do mar E venha na praia viver Emcima da areia brincar Quero me perder Vem oh Iemenja A noite que ela nao vem E so de tristeza pra mim E eu ando pr'outro luga Deixando esse martao ruim Ah!	"Beiramar" - Star of the sea Music: Marlos Nobre Words: Traditional from Bahia Oh Iemanja, who will come and kiss me Abaluae, who won't let me, escape I want to go fishing with the net At the green roads of the sea. We want to be happy I want to drown myself I want to see the waves at the shore, The star of the sea And forget about the bottom of this sea, To which I cannot stick O la oto, come and look at my grief O Bajare, who is letting me dream Flee siren of the sea Come and live at the shore Where the sand is playing I want to loose Come oh Iemanja The night in which she doesn't appear Exists of sadness only And I go to other places Leaving behind this sea, so cruel Ah!	"Pampa sola" Musica: Carlos Guastavino Texto: Guiche Aizenberg Ancha llanura tendida, Silencio y espartillares. Tristeza del horizonte, Llamando a las soledades. Eco lejano y perdido, De mi voz en la llanura. El tiempo esta detenido, Por nudos de larga angustia. Quedo muy lejos el rio, Su rumbo ya se perdio, Llanura sin un camino, Tus huellas buscando voy. Que soledad en la tierra, Mi pampa tan solitaria. Parece que en la llanura, Moriendo esta mi esperanza. Como se alargan las sombras, En el largo atardecer. Se van para el horizonte, De alla no habran de volver	"Lonely Pampa" Music: Alberto Ginastera Words: Guiche Aizenberg The wide, extended vastness, The silence and green pastures, And the sad horizon All lament their solitude. Far and lost echo Of my voice in the vastness, Time is caught In the great knots of sorrow. The river was far away, Its course lost long ago. Plain without roads,