Flight of the Bumblebee Piano
Flight of the Bumblebee Piano – Nikolai Rimski Korsakow arranged by Pianotainment
Flight of the Bumblebee on Piano played by Pianotainment in a piano jazz version. Recorded in bigBox Kempten (Germany). With Record Speed at the end.
Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, composer of The Flight Of The Bumblebee piano was Russian, and began composing at the age of 10 years old.
He composed the piece for his opera, The Tale of Tsar Saltan, which he wrote between 1899 and 1900. The piece features at the end of Act III, during which the magic Swan-Bird changes Prince Gvidon Saltanovich (the Tsar’s son) into an insect so that he can fly away to visit his father (who does not know that he is alive).
Here is the text of the scene where the Swan-Bird sings during this music:
Well, now, my bumblebee, go on a spree,
catch up with the ship on the sea,
go down secretly,
get deep into a crack.
Good luck, Gvidon, fly,
only do not stay long!
(The bumblebee flies away).
This Version of Flight of the Bumblebee piano arr. Pianotainment starts with „Also sprach Zarathustra“ from Strauss.
WHEN Zarathustra was thirty years old, he left his home and the lake
of his home, and went into the mountains. There he enjoyed his
spirit and his solitude, and for ten years did not weary of it. But at
last his heart changed,- and rising one morning with the rosy dawn, he
went before the sun, and spake thus unto it:
Thou great star! What would be thy happiness if thou hadst not those
for whom thou shinest!
For ten years hast thou climbed hither unto my cave: thou wouldst
have wearied of thy light and of the journey, had it not been for
me, mine eagle, and my serpent.
But we awaited thee every morning, took from thee thine overflow,
and blessed thee for it.
Lo! I am weary of my wisdom, like the bee that hath gathered too
much honey; I need hands outstretched to take it.
I would fain bestow and distribute, until the wise have once more
become joyous in their folly, and the poor happy in their riches.
Therefore must I descend into the deep: as thou doest in the
evening, when thou goest behind the sea, and givest light also to
the nether-world, thou exuberant star!
Like thee must I go down, as men say, to whom I shall descend.
Bless me, then, thou tranquil eye, that canst behold even the
greatest happiness without envy!
Bless the cup that is about to overflow, that the water may flow
golden out of it, and carry everywhere the reflection of thy bliss!
Lo! This cup is again going to empty itself, and Zarathustra is
again going to be a man.
Thus began Zarathustra’s down-going.