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Turn the sound up. Please.

Listen.

Then listen again.

In the still night, at first watch,
A voice began to lament.
The night wind sweetly and gently
Carried the sound to me.
From bitter suffering and sadness
My heart has melted;
I have watered all the flowers
With my pure tears

The beautiful moon wants to set and
May never rise again because of its pain.
The Stars let their twinkle die;
They want to weep with me.
Neither a birdsong nor a sound of joy
Can be heard in the air.
The wild animals grieve also with me
On rocks and in ravines

Idan Raichel – In stiller Nacht, Andreas Scholl & soloists of Morphing Chamber Orchestra
NOSPR Gorczycki Festival 22.11.2014 – Poland

When I find sacred music that hits me I usually save it for a Sunday Morning or Evening post.

I just can’t wait. I have to share this now. Because.

Arvo Pärt: Vater unser
Andreas Scholl and soloists of Morphing Chamber Orchestra