Soundtrack A Scene

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A Finnish composer Eino Juhani Rautavaara has composed four poems by Federico Garcia Lorca from his Andalucian series into a choir-piece "Suite de Lorca". (Our choir performed it in Cuba last November...)

I think they could make a nice sequence in to the LotR, RotK. Sadly I couldn't find any English translations from the net except the first one so I have just "rough translated" the rest myself (terrible but quick).

Every piece is like one minute long.

Just listen to them here for the feel of it or -as I suggest - read first the ideas & poems one by one before listening as they are in Spanish...

First there is Canción de jinete (The Horseman's Song) clearly depicting Boromir riding to Osgiliath with his company just to die after Denethor's "request".
(this translation is from the net)

Cordoba.
So distant and lonely.
Black little horse, and big moon,
and in my saddlebag olives.
Though the ways are familiar,
at Cordoba I will never arrive.
Across the plain, through the wind,
black little horse, and red moon.
Death keeps staring at me,
down from Cordoba's towers.
Oh, how the way's dragging on!
Oh, so patient my brave little horse!
Oh, that death waits for me,
before Cordoba will ever be reached!
Cordoba.
So distant and lonely.

Then there is El Grito (The Scream) which might both describe the coming back to Minas Tirith of the half-dead Faramir as the lightening of the beacons and the way the fires travel through the land like a cry.

The elliptical scream
passes from a mountain to a mountain.
From these olive-trees a black rainbow will rise
above the blue night.
Ayy!
Like a bow of a violin
the scream gets the long strings
of the wind to shiver
Ayy!
And the people living in caves
come forwards with their lights
Ayy!


The third one is La luna asoma (The Rising Moon) that could be seen as describing both the paths of the dead and the silent moment in the fight in the Pelennor fields when all hope was lost and the dark sails were seen coming in...

When the moon comes fore
the sounds of the bells fade
and the paths,
impenetrable, appear.
When the moon comes fore
the sea floods over the land
and a heart is like an island
in the middle of infinity.
The moon
(under a full moon no one can eat orange things)
The moon
green and icy
The moon comes fore
Hundreds of similar faces
A silver coin weeps in it's hide-out in the purse.

The fourth one is Malaguêna where the battle of the Pelennor fields are in their highest and the end finally comes.

The Death
enters
in and out
of the the taverna.
Through the deep ways of the guitar
the black horses
and the dark folks roam.
And the scent of salt
and female blood
comes from the feverish nardus
of the sea-shore.
The Death
enters
in and out
and out and in.
The death.
Through the deep ways of the guitar
the black horses
and the dark folks roam.
And the scent of salt
and female blood
comes from the feverish nardus
of the sea-shore.
The Death
enters
in and out
and out and in.
Death in the taverna.