Trailer del Concierto XII aniversario del Coro infantil y juvenil Cantabile ofrecido el 26 de abril de 2014 en la Iglesia de San Nicolás de A Coruña (Está sonando: "Hostias et preces" Requiem mass. W.A. Mozart)

"the Little Birch Tree," Russian folk song, arr. Mary Goetze. Recorded live on May 15, 2015, at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Performed by the Primes Choir ensemble of the Girl Choir of South Florida. Assistant...  more"the Little Birch Tree," Russian folk song, arr. Mary Goetze. Recorded live on May 15, 2015, at the Broward Center for the Performing Arts in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. Performed by the Primes Choir ensemble of the Girl Choir of South Florida. Assistant Director: Jorge Valls, Accompanist: Emme Wien, Flute: Nicole Straussman. See the lovely birch in the meadow, Curly leaves all dancing when the wind blows. Loo-lee-loo, when the wind blows, Loo-lee-loo, when the wind blows. Oh, my little tree, I need branches, For the silver flutes I need branches. Loo-lee-loo, three branches, Loo-lee-loo, three branches. From another birch I will make now, I will make a tingling balalaika. Loo-lee-loo, balalaika, Loo-lee-loo, balalaika. When I play my new balalaika, I will think of you, my lovely birch tree. Loo-lee-loo, lovely birch tree, Loo-lee-loo, lovely birch tree.  less

An excerpt from movement III of my Requiem performed by the Orlando Chamber Singers under the direction of Gregory Ruffer. In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our p...  moreAn excerpt from movement III of my Requiem performed by the Orlando Chamber Singers under the direction of Gregory Ruffer. In Flanders Fields by John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky the larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw the torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. photos courtesy of FreeFoto http://www.freefoto.com/index.jsp  less