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LES BERCEAUX - (by Wendy Mullen)  Year: 1879
Wendy Mullen Mezzo-soprano with piano accompaniment. Melancholy lullaby, with the rocking feel of the ocean as the boats sail away. Sung in the original French. This is a haunting song of longing as the singer feels the impending departure of her beloved. The waves of the ocean can be heard as the melody rises. Female Vocals, Classical, Opera, Gabriel Faure
Type Play Track Info Catalog ID Min:Sec Tempo & BPM Price Control
Full Track - Classical, Opera
404630 2:45 Very Slow 52   


Track Summary
Music Track Title: Les Berceaux
Catalog ID: 404630  ISRC: US5UL1026382
Description: Mezzo-soprano with piano accompaniment. Melancholy lullaby, with the rocking feel of the ocean as the boats sail away. Sung in the original French. This is a haunting song of longing as the singer feels the impending departure of her beloved. The waves of the ocean can be heard as the melody rises.

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Artist or Group: Wendy Mullen

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Keywords: Modern opera Faure alluring sad somber still pulsing similarities to La Vie En Rose by Edith Piaf

Music Genre > Sub-genre
    Classical Music
       Classical Opera
Extended Properties
  Duration: 2:45   Tempo: Very Slow   BPM: 52
   Arrangement: Band / Ensemble
   Instruments: Piano, Vocals
   Vocal Mix: Female Vocals
   Language: French
Album: Songs My Mother Taught Me
Moods: Calm, Delicate, Dreamy, Haunting, Hypnotic, Intelligent, Longing, Peaceful, Quiet, Relaxing, Shimmering, Soft, Sophisticated, Sublime, Sweet, Swinging, Tender, Touching, Tranquil, Warm

Styles: Classical / Opera, Family / Children, Family / Infant, Film Vocal, Lullaby for Baby, Romantic Drama, Romantic Passion, Section / Credits, TV Vocal, World Sorrow

Regions: Europe

Lyrical Topics: Children, Night, Evening

Lyrics
Le long du quai les grands vaisseaux,
Que la houle incline en silence,
Ne prennent pas garde aux berceaux
Que la main des femmes balance.
Mais viendra le jour des adieux,
Car il faut que les femmes pleurent,
Et que les hommes curieux
Tentent les horizons qui leurrent.
Et ce jour-là les grands vaisseaux,
Fuyant le port qui diminue,
Sentent leur masse retenue
Par l'âme des lointains berceaux.
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