Richard Moschel Annual Memorial Concert
Everett Jewish Life Center
Sunday, July 12, 2026 – 1:00 p.m.
Sydney Dardis, soprano
Lindsey Weissman, mezzo-soprano
Gabriel Chona Rueda, tenor
Miriam Charney, pianist
All the Things You Are
A concert dedicated to Richard Moschel and his love of opera and the people who bring it to life.
Printed texts and translations for each piece may be found following the biographies of the artists.
Francis Poulenc (1899-1963)
From Métamorphoses, FP 121
C’est ainsi que tu es
Ms. Dardis
W.A. Mozart (1756-1791)
Trio from Idomeneo
“Pria di partir”
Ms. Dardis, Ms. Weissman, and Mr. Rueda
Charles Gounod (1818-1893)
from Roméo et Juliette
Madrigal
Ms. Dardis and Mr. Rueda
“Ah, lève-toi, soleil!”
Mr. Rueda
Gene Scheer (b. 1958), arr. Andrew Thomas
“Lean away”
Ms. Weissman
Ricky Ian Gordon (b. 1956)
from The Grapes of Wrath
Zephyr/One Star
Ms. Dardis and Mr. Rueda
Jacques Offenbach (1819-1880)
Duet from Les contes d’Hoffmann
Barcarolle
Ms. Dardis and Ms. Weissman
Gioachino Rossini (1792-1868), arr. Kristine McIntyre
Music Lesson Duet from The Barber of Seville in California
Ms. Weissman and Mr. Rueda
Jaime León Ferro (1921-2015)
“Algún Día”
Mr. Rueda
María Grever (1885-1951)
“Júrame”
Ms. Weissman
Giuseppe Verdi (1813-1901)
Duet from La traviata
“Parigi, o cara”
Ms. Dardis and Mr. Rueda
Kurt Weill (1900-1950)
“Youkali”
Ms. Weissman
Jerome Kern (1885-1945)
from Very Warm for May
“All the things you are”
Ms. Dardis, Ms. Weissman, and Mr. Rueda
Texts | Translation |
"C’est ainsi que tu es" from Métamorphoses Francis Poulenc (1899-1963) Ta chair, d'âme mêlée, Chevelure emmêlée, Ton pied courant le temps, Ton ombre qui s'étend Et murmure à ma tempe. Voilà, c'est ton portrait, C'est ainsi que tu es, Et je veux te l'écrire Pour que la nuit venue, Tu puisses croire et dire, Que je t'ai bien connue. | "That is how you are" from Métamorphoses Your flesh, mingled with soul, Your tangled hair, Your feet pursuing time, Your shadow which stretches And whispers close to my temple. There, that is your portrait, That is how you are, And I shall write it down for you So that when night comes, You may believe and say That I knew you well. |
Trio from Idomeneo Idamente: Pria di partir, oh Dio! Soffri che un bacio imprima Sulla paterna man. Elettra: Soffri che un grato addio Sul labbro il cor esprima: Addio, degno sovran! Idomeneo: ad Elettra Vanne, sarai felice, ad Idamante Figlio! tua sorte è questa. Seconda i voti oh ciel! Elettra: Quanto sperar mi lice! Idamente: Vado! (E il mio cor qui resta.) Idomeneo: Addio! Idamente: Addio! Elettra: Addio! Elettra, Idamante, Idomeneo: Addio! Idamante, Idomeneo: (Destin crudel!) Idamente: (Oh Ilia!) Idomeneo: (Oh figlio!) Idamente: Oh padre! oh partenza! Elettra: Oh Dei! che sarà? Elettra, Idamante, Idomeneo: Deh cessi il scompiglio; Del ciel la clemenza Sua man porgerà. Vanno verso le navi. Mentre vanno ad imbarcarsi, sorge improvvisa tempesta. | Idamante: Before leaving, allow me, o gods, to place a kiss on my father’s hand. Electra: Let my heart express through my lips a grateful farewell; farewell, noble king. Idomeneo: to Electra Go then and be happy. to Idamante This is your lot, my son. Answer our prayer, o heaven! Electra: How great are my hopes! Idamante: I go! (But my heart remains here.) Idomeneo: Farewell! Idamante: Farewell! Electra: Farewell! Electra, Idamante, Idomeneo: Farewell! Idamante, Idomeneo: (Cruel destiny!) Idamante: (O Ilia!) Idomeneo: (Oh my son!) Idamante: O my Father! To part! Electra: Ye gods, what will happen? Electra, Idamante, Idomeneo: O may this agitation cease And heaven stretch out A hand in compassion. As they are about to embark, a storm suddenly springs up. |
Duet – Madrigal from Roméo et Juliette Charles Gounod (1818-1893) Roméo: Qu’il convient de m’imposer. Juliette: (souriant) | Romeo: Juliet: (smiling) |
“Ah, lève-toi, soleil!” from Roméo et Juliette Charles Gounod (1818-1893) L’amour, l’amour ! Oui, son ardeur a troublé tout mon être ! Mais quelle soudaine clarté Resplendit à cette fenêtre ? C’est là que dans la nuit rayonne sa beauté ! Ah ! lève-toi, soleil ! fais pâlir les étoiles Qui, dans l’azur sans voiles, Brillent au firmament. Ah ! lève-toi ! parais ! parais ! Astre pur et charmant ! Elle rêve ! elle dénoue Une boucle de cheveux Qui vient caresser sa joue. Amour ! Amour ! porte-lui mes vœux ! Elle parle ! Qu’elle est belle ! She speaks! Ah ! Je n’ai rien entendu ! Mais ses yeux parlent pour elle, Et mon cœur a répondu ! Ah ! lève-toi, soleil ! fais pâlir les étoiles, etc. … Viens ! parais ! | “Ah, rise, O sun!” Love, love! Yes, its burning passion has shaken all my soul But what sudden radiance breaks forth from that window? There, in the darkness, her beauty shines! Ah, arise, O sun! Outshine the stars that, in the cloudless heavens, glitter across the sky. Ah, arise! Appear—appear! Pure and radiant star! She dreams... She loosens a strand of hair that gently brushes her cheek. Love, dear Love, carry my devotion to her! How beautiful she is! Ah, I have heard no word— yet her eyes speak for her, and my heart has replied. Ah, arise, O sun! Outshine the stars… Come… Appear. |
Lean Away Gene Scheer (b. 1958), arr. Andrew Thomas I let my sail out slowly, taking pains to find the wind. I remember hearing a melody, but when I started to describe I remember when I saw you. It was a cold winter night. | |
Zephyr/One Star from The Grapes of Wrath Ricky Ian Gordon (b. 1956) Connie: We might own a car some day. Rosasharn: A Lincoln Zephyr. Connie: You crazy, Rosasharn?... Rosasharn: I like to have the baby, the house, and the Zephyr! Connie: Likin’ ain’t havin’ Yer wishin’ fer a lotta stuff. Rosasharn: A lotta stars to wish on, Connie. Connie: Only one. Rosasharn: One’s enough. One is more than none…. One star is more than bright enough. One star can warm the dark. Like a candle in a dust storm, It’ll fill the sky with silver sparkles. Sometimes when faith ain’t quite enough, Nights where the moon don’t shine, When you can’t see your nose in a maze of shadows, Heaven hangs out a sign. One star. One star. One small star, that’s mine. Connie: Yer talkin foolish. Rosasharn: Am not! Small dreams is more than light enough Where will my own be born? In a rest stop or a lean-to, Or a place a child can face the morning. One man to hold me tight enough! Connie: You got it honey – whatever happens. Love me a life-time through! Only one tiny ray on a pitch black highway Makes make-believe seem true. One star. One star. Rosasharn & Connie: One small star will do. One star. One star. One small star and you. | |
Duet – Barcarolle from Les contes d’Hoffmann Jacques Offenbach (1819-1880) Belle nuit, ô nuit d’amour Souris à nos ivresses Nuit plus douce que le jour Ô, belle nuit d’amour ! Le temps fuit et sans retour Emporte nos tendresses Loin de cet heureux séjour Le temps fuit sans retour Zéphyrs embrasés Versez-nous vos caresses Zéphyrs embrasés Donnez-nous vos baisers ! Vos baisers ! Vos baisers ! Ah ! Belle nuit, ô, nuit d’amour Souris à nos ivresses Nuit plus douce que le jour, Ô, belle nuit d’amour ! Ah ! souris à nos ivresses ! Nuit d’amour, ô, nuit d’amour ! Ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! ah ! | Beautiful night, oh night of love Smile upon our joys! Night sweeter than the day O, beautiful night of love! Time flees and never returns Carrying away our endearments Far from this happy stay Time flees and never returns. Burning Zephyrs Give us your caresses Burning Zephyrs Give us your kisses! Your kisses! Your kisses! Ah! Beautiful night, oh night of love Smile upon our joys! Night sweeter than the day O, beautiful night of love! Smile upon our joys! Night of love, O, night of love! Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! |
Gioachino Rossini (1792-1868), arr. Kristine McIntyre Music Lesson Duet from The Barber of Seville in California (Arranged in English and Spanish for Chautauqua Schools Tour, 2026) Rosina: Ay Lindoro, mi tesoro! Si pudieramos hablar, enseñame to speak english I will teach you español. Ay la musica, la musica es el lenguaje del amor, si si si si! Almaviva: Oh, your voice is just like music, I will be your troubadour Here’s the first thing I will teach you. Oh Lindoro I adore you! Go ahead now you try and say it. Rosina: I adore you. Almaviva: And now in Spanish? Rosina: Te adoro. Almaviva: Te adoro, te adoro. Rosina: Mi cielo imaginar. Almaviva: Oh imagine! Rosina: Dulce sueño de amor feliz. Almaviva: Sueño de amor feliz, when I’m with you! Rosina: When I’m with you! Cuando estoy contigo. O me hacer delirar. Almaviva: You make me delirious! Rosina: Eres mi unico amor only. Almaviva: It’s only you I love! O me haces delirar. Rosina: Ah you are my only… Almaviva + Rosina: Love! Si me haces delirar and you are my only love, amor felix, o happy love! | |
“Algún Día” Jaime León Ferro (1921-2015) Un día llegarás; el amor nos espera. Y me dirás: Amada, ya llegó la primavera. Un día me amarás. Estarás de mi pecho tan cercano, que no sabré si el fuego que me abraza es de tu corazón o del verano. Un día me tendrás. Escucharemos mudos latir nuestras arterias y sollozar los árboles desnudos. Un día. Cualquier día. Breve y eterno, el amor es el mismo en primavera, en verano, en otoño y en invierno. | "Someday" One day you will arrive; love awaits us. And you will tell me: Beloved, spring has arrived. One day you will love me. You will be so close to my chest that I will not know if the fire that embraces me is from your heart or from the summer. One day you will have me. We will hear our arteries beat silently and the naked trees sob. One day. Any day. Brief and eternal, Love is the same in spring, summer, autumn, and winter. |
“Júrame” María Grever (1885-1951) Todos dicen que es mentira que te quiero porque nunca me habían visto enamorada. Yo te juro que yo mismo no comprendo el porqué me fascina tu mirada. Cuando estoy cerca de ti y estás contento No quisiera que de nadie te acordaras. Tengo celos hasta del pensamiento que pueda recordarte a otra mujer amada. Júrame que aunque pase mucho tiempo no olvidarás en el momento en que yo te conocí. Mírame, pues no hay nada más profundo ni más grande en este mundo que el cariño que te di. Bésame con un beso enamorado, como nadie me ha besado desde el día en que nací. Quiéreme, quiéreme hasta la locura así sabrás la amargura que estoy sufriendo por ti. | "Swear to me" Everyone says it's a lie that I love you because they've never seen me in love before. I swear to you that I myself do not understand why your gaze fascinates me. When I’m near you and you’re happy I wouldn’t want that you remember anyone else. I am jealous even of the thought that may remind you of another beloved woman. Swear to me that even if a long time goes by you will not forget the moment when I met you... Look at me, for there is nothing deeper nor greater in this world than the love I gave you. Kiss me with a kiss in love, as no one has kissed me since the day I was born. Love me, love me to the point of madness so, you’ll know the bitterness I’m suffering for you. |
“Parigi, o cara” - Duet from La traviata Giuseppe Verdi (1813-1901) ALFREDO and then VIOLETTA Parigi, o cara/o noi lasceremo, La vita uniti trascorreremo: De' corsi affanni compenso avrai, La mia/tua salute rifiorirà. Sospiro e luce tu mi sarai, Tutto il futuro ne arriderà. | “We'll leave Paris, my dearest” ALFREDO and then VIOLETTA We'll leave Paris, my dearest, Together we'll go through life. In reward for your past sorrows, You'll bloom into health again. Breath of life, sunshine you'll be to me, All the years to come will smile on us. |
“Youkali” Kurt Weill (1900-1950) C’est presqu’au bout du monde, Ma barque vagabonde, Errant au gré de l’onde, M’y conduisit un jour. L’île est toute petite, Mais la fée qui l’habite Gentiment nous invite A en faire le tour. Youkali, C’est le pays de nos desirs, C’est le bonheur, c’est le plaisir, C’est la terre où l’on quitte tous les soucis, C’est, dans notre nuit, comme une eclaircie, l’étoile qu’on suit, C’est Youkali. C’est le respect de tous les vœux échangés, C’est le pays des beaux amours partagés, C’est l’espérance Que est au cœur de tous les humains, La délivrance Que nous attendons tous pour demain, Mais c’est un rêve, une folie, Il n’y a pas de Youkali ! | It is almost at the end of the world, my vagabond boat, wandering at the will of the sea, led me there one day. The island is entirely small, but the fairy who dwells there politely invites us to tour it. Youkali, it is the land of our desires, it is happiness, it is pleasure, it is the land one leaves all their worries, it is, in our night, like a sunny spell, the star that one follows, it’s Youkali. It is the respect of all of the exchanged vows, it is the land of the beautiful shared loves, it is the hope that is in the heart of all humans, the deliverance that we all are waiting for until tomorrow, but it is a dream, a folly, there is no Youkali! |
“All the things you are” from Very Warm for May Jerome Kern (1885-1945) Time and again I've longed for adventure Something to make my heart beat the faster What did I long for? I never really knew Finding your love I've found my adventure Touching your hand, my heart beats the faster All that I want in all of this world is you You are the promised kiss of springtime That makes the lonely winter seem long You are the breathless hush of evening That trembles on the brink of a lovely song You are the angel glow that lights a star The dearest things I know are what you are Some day my happy arms will hold you And some day I'll know that moment divine When all the things you are, are mine | |