Zmajeubice
“HISTORY IS NOT OVER, HISTORY IS A LIVING THING AND IT IS ALWAYS SHAPING ITSELF ACCORDING TO VARIOUS INTERESTS, AND ABOVE ALL, ACCORDING TO THE INTERESTS OF THE POWERFUL. THE STORY OF GABRIEL PRINCIPLE IS IMPORTANT TODAY AND WILL ALWAYS BE IMPORTANT BECAUSE IT IS A STORY OF A SMALL AND POWERLESS WHO DREAMS TO BE EQUAL AND IMPORTANT, AND BECAUSE HE SUFFERED IN HIS FIGHT, THINKING THAT SHE MAY BE IN VAIN AT THAT TIME, BUT THAT TIME WILL COME, MAYBE, WHEN THAT LITTLE ONE WILL BECOME SOMEONE AND SOMETHING. AND BECAUSE THE STORY OF GAVRIL PRINCIPLE IS A FREEDOM STORY OF THE IDEALS OF FREEDOM, BROTHERHOOD AND EQUALITY”
MILENA MARKOVIć
ZMAJEUBICE – opera in one acts, performed on the occasion of the 100th anniversary of the assassination of Gavrilo Princip on the Austo-Hungarian Archduke Franz Ferdinand in Sarajevo on June 28, 1914.The libretto is written by a Serbian playwright, Milena Markovic, and is based on Markovic’s play ,,Zmajeubice”. I wrote the music out of love for Milena Marković’s work.
- Drama Writer: Milena Marković
- Composer: Miona Cvijović
- Viola: Elena Peruničić
- Piano: Miona Cvijović
- Photography: Vladimir Popović
- Singer:
- ZMAJEUBICA: Miona Cvijović
Lyrics
Dankosong
In the swamp, the darkness, the mud.
a boy Danko was born
he wished for a bright sun
Cowsong
Why do you cry in the dark?
And the cow?
Cow
Danilosong
I will make you a pie when you go to kiss the Serbian land
you have to eat something and sleep somewhere
and don't get angry at the army there, the army has been at war for ages
Danilo was wounded many times, Danilo ruined his health
Danilo learned school and now does a quiet job for wealth
You do need school and a quiet job, so you read, read and read
teach others what you know indeed
kiss the ground,my son, only if you are duty bound
be careful not to bend the ground.
Girlsong
Why aren’t you passionate, lass
youth is short and it did pass
you were weighing, you were playing
you lost the teeth, your breasts are sagging
you did not love, demoiselle
for this you will cry when the youth says farewell.
Why aren’t you passionate, lass
On the bullet I go, the noose or lance
Why didn’t you love me
You’d be one and only, you’d be one and only.
I’m a doomed miserable man
I was a child and my mother loved me then
Why aren’t you passionate, lass
If your love had had me stolen
You would have been in the poem
If your love had had me stolen
In the infinity you’d have been woven.
