It's not only your dream, it's every mother's dream, but it's not every mother could have her own concert. The secret is to pursue it and never give up. You are very special。 You made it, you achieved another goal, congratulations!
Listen, Sir, oh, please listen to me, Sir! Liu can bear no more, her heart is breaking. How long I have walked with your name in my heart, if your destiny is to be determined tomorrow... ...we shall die along the road of exile... My master will lose his son, And I, a memory of smile. Liu can bear no more, Oh, have pity!
I lived for my art, I lived for love, I never did harm to a living soul! With a secret hand I relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of. Always with true faith.
my prayer rose to the holy shrines. Always with true faith I gave flowers to the altar. In the hour of grief why, why, o Lord,why do you reward me thus?
I gave jewels for the Madonna’s mantle, and I gave my song to the stars, to heaven, which smiled with more beauty. In the hour of grief why, why, o Lord,ah, why do you reward me thus?
My dear father, I like him, he's beautiful, beautiful; I want to go to Porta Rossa and buy the ring! Yes, yes, I want to go! And if my love is in vain, I would go upon Ponte Vecchio (the old Bridge in Florence), only to jump in the Arno(the river in Florence) I long for him and torment myself . O God, I'd like to die! Father, have pity, have pity!
Oh, moon high up in the deep, deep sky, Your light sees far away regions, You travel round the wide, Wide world peering into human dwellings
O, moon, stand still for a moment, Tell me, ah, tell me where is my lover! O, moon, stand still for a moment, Tell me, ah, tell me where is my lover! Tell him. please, silvery moon in the sky, That I am hugging him firmly, That he should for at least a while Remember his dreams! Light up his far away place, Tell him, ah, tell him who is here waiting! Light up his far away place, Tell him, ah, tell him who is here waiting!
If he is dreaming about me, May this remembrance waken him! Oh, moon, don't disappear, don't disappear!
In a clear brooklet, in lively haste, the wayward trout flashed arrowlike by. Standing on the bank, contentedly I watched the jolly little fish swimming the clear brook.
An angler, with rod, stood on the bank, cold-bloodedly noting the fish’s twists and turns. As long as the water remains so clear, I thought, he'll never take the trout with his rod.
But at last the thief tired of waiting. Artfully he muddied the brooklet, and the next moment, a flick of the rod, and there writhed the fish; and I, with blood boiling, looked at the deceived one.
One good day, we will see Arising a strand of smoke Over the far horizon on the sea And then the ship appears And then the ship is white It enters into the port, it rumbles its salute Do you see it? He is coming! I don't go down to meet him, not I. I stay upon the edge of the hill And I wait a long time but I do not grow weary of the long wait And leaving from the crowded city, A man, a little speck Climbing the hill. Who is it? Who is it? And as he arrives What will he say? What will he say? He will call Butterfly from the distance I without answering Stay hidden A little to tease him, A little as to not die. At the first meeting, And then a little troubled He will call, he will call "Little one, dear wife Blossom of orange" The names he called me at his last coming. All this will happen, I promise you this Hold back your fears – I with secure faith wait for him.
Walking Alone In The Street (“Quando men vo” From La Bohème)
When I walk all alone in the street People stop and stare at me And look for my whole beauty From head to feet.
And then I taste the slight yearning which transpires from their eyes and which is able to perceive from manifest charms to most hidden beauties. So the scent of desire is all around me, it makes me happy!
And you, while knowing, you shrink from me? I know it very well: you don't want to express your anguish, but you feel as if you're dying!
Lunamia, Congratulations! When I saw the news months ago, I had not found your blog, I thought the singer was professional!
You must be very very proud of yourself capable of handling such a demanding list! Wish you many many more wonderful concerts in the future!
While I probably have to agree with you, to a degree ;), that many Chinese folk songs do not seem to 'fit' with your voice, many 新疆民歌 may do (you have done very nicely, as shown in the vocal in your this blog).
Below are a few Chinese songs may suit your voice/style well (some of them were too popular, and a couple, too 'simple', perhaps):
Thanks a lot for your good wish, DouDouHut! I need to learn how to make a good version of my singing file, if it's good enough, I'll post it. but usually I'm very picky on myself.
