You Gave Me, Oh God! a Daughter Composed by Gabriela Lena Frank Text by Pablo Antonio Cuadra Twelve girls in white On a boat covered with flowers sing and row. They return from Mass like garlands… …like floating flowers in bright colors. And Ubaldina my daughter goes in white singing. Don't permit, Lord! the wind to hurl her as it hurled me to the ravenous. You gave me, oh God! a daughter with the sky of my country in her eyes not the blue of the indolent calm… …but the dark tempest of the storm. And Ubaldina my daughter goes in white singing. Don't permit, Lord! the wind to hurl her as it hurled me to the ravenous. You gave me, oh God! a daughter with the spirit of the boat I used to cross the enraged waters of time. Give her a soft bay where her boat will be reflected as if hatching another boat, a peaceful inlet where the sun will dry her nets. Don't permit, Lord! the wind to hurl her as it hurled me to the ravenous. Twelve girls in white On a boat covered with flowers sing and row. They return from Mass like garlands… …like floating flowers in bright colors. And Ubaldina my daughter goes in white singing. Ubaldina, Ubaldina… I have an island for her. You gave me, oh God! You gave me, oh God! You gave me, oh God! a daughter. I laugh at Cifar, who cries! 'Target: Twister I' Composed by Keeril Makan Text by Jena Osman The march. It seems to be moving through the main streets. It seems to be moving like a body made of parts. It seems to be turning and it seems to be coursing and it seems to have a mind of its own. Waking up in the morning in the sheets, then fanning out in determination or panic. Following orders in the heat. Twisting through the terrain. Exploding. Past the tanks. Past the flak jacket. Up and into the brain. Song texts courtesy of Carnegie Hall