[Use enharmonic synemmenon aeolian mode with çıkıcı-İnici seyir for all harmonic elements. Bassline follows strictly by doubling lead instruments in perfect fourths.] [Male voice A - Милош, male, serbian construction worker: gruff maqam bass-baritone with prominent buhha and squillo, microtonal bends, melismatic, zero rapping, slow, deliberate shirabyoshi phrasing.] [Male voice B: Felix - male: german construction foreman: german lied light lyric tenor. Delivery: smooth legato, measured, clear diction. Sings fluently in all languages cited.] [Male voice C: Pigeon - male: narrator: snarky buffo bass. Delivery: smooth legato, measured, clear diction. Sings fluently in all languages cited.] [choral elements: construction workers choir: drunken kakegoe shouts.] [Lyrics in serbian, french, english and german] [Dynamics swell - full ensemble *including drums* joins immediately on beat 1] [Vorspiel starts with full intensity - 2 bars, full crescendo] [All vorspiels are the same copy/pasted from the opener, ghammaz section is the only one that changes the pattern.] [Vorspiel - 2 bars] [Verse 1] [Pigeon, further "P":] Contrary to habit, Not following wont, This time, 'tis Felix Coming seeking Милош. [Felix, further "F", hesitates:] Lust auf einen Spaziergang? [Miloš, further "M", overjoyed] 'Ајмо, Фелиција! [Vorspiel - 2 bars] [Verse 2] [P:] So, they went out. In went the heart. One bench was the mark, Where they finally sat. [F:] Since when I was little, I had an affinity for art. I liked to draw on walls At first. My father didn't appreciate Me "redecorating" the living room. Mother used to by paper In great quantities. I wasted a lot of it, But it was good practice. [M:] Der junge Künstler! [F:] You could say that... As I grew, I was more invested In drawing, also in music. For my father, this was Blödsinn. He insisted I study Architecture due to the family's Age-old business. It wasn't *that* boring, But it wasn't very creative Either. But it was better Than something dry Like law. [M:] But your designs are unique. I've never seen This kind of creativity That is functional But also aesthetically Pleasing. [F:] Danke. But my heart doesn't beat When malleating concrete. [Vorspiel - 2 bars] [Verse 3] [M:] Ich weiß, wo dein Herz ist. [F:] Bist du sicher? [M:] Fürwahr! [P, mocks them throatily:] To interject I do insist! This smile, as drawn with kist! [F:] My father always thought me soft Often said he got a... daughter. I could never fulfill His expectations. Not they were too high. Rather, chances were nill, As I could never be Like you. [M:] Me? [F:] Ja, you have everything My father wants me to be. The truth is, I used to envy You at the beginning. You possess naturally What I can only dream To ever possess. [M:] You are you. You have your own qualities. Doesn't your father See? [Vorspiel - 2 bars] [Verse 4] [F:] That is why he pointed At you when he came. It's his way To say: Behold your failure And despair. [M:] Blödsinn! I can never be Like you either! [F:] Why would you be? Nothing special. Or glorious. [Instrumental bridge - Ghammaz section with taqsim - 2 bars] [Ghammaz Section - non-lexical vocalizations] * 嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯... * 嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯嗯... [Vorspiel - 2 bars] [Verse 5] [M:] I become what I need To be. We are who we are, But inside, Unless we're unique And true to ourselves What's the point of being? The Lord created us In His image, Each one different And unrepeatable. I respect your gifts. [F:] Sadly, they have mostly Been wasted on libertine Escapades at university. Father hated it. He put me at the Baustelle As a punishment, You know. [M:] I'm glad he did so. [F:] I don't regret it, Just to tell you. [M:] I'd beat you if you did, Just to let you know. Фелиција! Let's listen to the birds A bit. Just close your eyes. The sun is warm. The breeze is gentle. It's good to be here. [F:] It's good to be here. Indeed. [start fade out, slow down] [Vorspiel - 2 bars, fadeout] [Outro] [Miloš and Felix yodelling] * A-yee-aaah-yee-ooh... * A-yee-aaah-yee-ooh... [end]
