Stanislaw Moniuszko: Flis - The Raftsman
Flis - The Raftsman
- 1 / 1 - (10:03) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, Overture: The clouds are dispersing, the thunder has died
- 1 / 2 - (05:12) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, But first let's fall to our knees together
- 1 / 3 - (06:10) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, What a dreadful morning. - Ah! Perhaps amid this storm.
- 1 / 4 - (03:22) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, Who'll console a poor lass?...
- 1 / 5 - (05:21) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, Poor girl. - Since I've been living here in this town.
- 1 / 6 - (02:59) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, The weather is fine today.
- 1 / 7 - (04:41) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, The rafts sail along the Vistula.
- 1 / 8 - (01:43) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, Hey come young raftsman.
- 1 / 9 - (03:10) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, I hold you to my breast again.
- 1 / 10 - (04:51) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, So Antoni, don't you have a heart?...
- 1 / 11 - (04:49) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, Enough of these jokes, gentlemen!...O don't say such things, dear Zosia
- 1 / 12 - (08:22) Moniuszko, Stanislaw, The Raftsman, Look! Poor thing! The lad's about to leave.
