Friday, December 9, 2011
Track 1 - Sull'aria - A little song on the breeze
Sull’aria
Sull'aria
Che soave zeffiretto Questa sera spirerà Sotto i pini del boschetto. Ei già il resto capirà.
Certo, certo il capirà.
A little song on the breeze On the breeze
What a gentle zephyr
Will whisper this evening
Beneath the pines in the copse
And he'll understand the rest
Oh, yes, certainly he'll understand it
And he'll understand the rest
Oh, yes, certainly he'll understand it
Sull'aria
Che soave zeffiretto Questa sera spirerà Sotto i pini del boschetto. Ei già il resto capirà.
Certo, certo il capirà.
A little song on the breeze On the breeze
What a gentle zephyr
Will whisper this evening
Beneath the pines in the copse
And he'll understand the rest
Oh, yes, certainly he'll understand it
And he'll understand the rest
Oh, yes, certainly he'll understand it
Track 2 - Divinités du Styx - Ye Gods of endless night
Divinités du Styx
Divinités du Styx, ministres de la mort, je n'invoquerai point votre pitié cruelle.
J'enlève un tendre époux à son funeste sort, mais je vous abandonne une épouse fidèle.
Divinités du Styx, ministres de la mort, mourir pour ce qu'on aime, est un trop doux effort, une vertu si naturelle, mon coeur est animé du plus noble transport.
Je sens une force nouvelle, je vais où mon amour m'appelle, mon coeur est animé du plus noble transport.
Ye Gods of endless night Ye Gods of endless night,
That wait on death below,
I’ll to you ne’er appeal
Who know no pity tender,
My spouse I take from you,
From grief and bitter woe,
In his stead I, a fond wife and faithful, surrender.
Ye Gods of endless night,
That wait on death below,
Of love a willing victim, to death I gladly go,
Thus be it, I have no fear to rue it,
My heart feels courage great,
Which through love it first did know.
Love’s power supreme doth imbue it,
And fearless strength is given through it.
My heart feels courage great,
Which through love it doth know.
Divinités du Styx, ministres de la mort, je n'invoquerai point votre pitié cruelle.
J'enlève un tendre époux à son funeste sort, mais je vous abandonne une épouse fidèle.
Divinités du Styx, ministres de la mort, mourir pour ce qu'on aime, est un trop doux effort, une vertu si naturelle, mon coeur est animé du plus noble transport.
Je sens une force nouvelle, je vais où mon amour m'appelle, mon coeur est animé du plus noble transport.
Ye Gods of endless night Ye Gods of endless night,
That wait on death below,
I’ll to you ne’er appeal
Who know no pity tender,
My spouse I take from you,
From grief and bitter woe,
In his stead I, a fond wife and faithful, surrender.
Ye Gods of endless night,
That wait on death below,
Of love a willing victim, to death I gladly go,
Thus be it, I have no fear to rue it,
My heart feels courage great,
Which through love it first did know.
Love’s power supreme doth imbue it,
And fearless strength is given through it.
My heart feels courage great,
Which through love it doth know.
Track 3 - L'invitation au voyage - Invitation to the Voyage
Mon enfant, ma soeur, Songe à la douceur D'aller là-bas vivre ensemble! Aimer à loisir, Aimer et mourir Au pays qui te ressemble!
Les soleils mouillés De ces ciels brouillés Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mystérieux De tes traîtres yeux, Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté.
Des meubles luisants, Polis par les ans, Décoreraient notre chambre; Les plus rares fleurs Mêlant leurs odeurs Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre, Les riches plafonds, Les miroirs profonds, La splendeur orientale, Tout y parlerait À l'âme en secret Sa douce langue natale.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté.
Vois sur ces canaux Dormir ces vaisseaux Dont l'humeur est vagabonde; C'est pour assouvir Ton moindre désir Qu'ils viennent du bout du monde.
Les soleils couchants Revêtent les champs, Les canaux, la ville entière, D'hyacinthe et d'or; Le monde s'endort Dans une chaude lumière.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté.
Invitation to the Voyage My daughter, my sister, Consider the vista Of living out there, you and I, To love at our leisure, Then, ending our pleasure, In climes you resemble to die.
There the suns, rainy-wet, Through clouds rise and set With the selfsame enchantment to charm me That my senses receive From your eyes, that deceive, When they shine through your tears to disarm me.
There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure, With all things in order and measure.
With old treasures furnished, By centuries burnished, To gleam in the shade of our chamber, While the rarest of flowers Vaguely mix through the hours Their own with the perfume of amber: Each sumptuous ceiling, Each mirror revealing The wealth of the East, will be hung So the part and the whole May speak to the soul In its native, indigenous tongue.
There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure, With all things in order and measure.
On the channels and streams See each vessel that dreams In its whimsical vagabond way, Since it’s for your least whim The oceans they swim From the ends of the night and the day. The sun, going down, With its glory will crown Canals, fields, and cities entire, While the whole earth is rolled In the jacinth and gold Of its warming and radiant fire.
There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure With all things in order and measure.
Les soleils mouillés De ces ciels brouillés Pour mon esprit ont les charmes Si mystérieux De tes traîtres yeux, Brillant à travers leurs larmes.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté.
Des meubles luisants, Polis par les ans, Décoreraient notre chambre; Les plus rares fleurs Mêlant leurs odeurs Aux vagues senteurs de l'ambre, Les riches plafonds, Les miroirs profonds, La splendeur orientale, Tout y parlerait À l'âme en secret Sa douce langue natale.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté.
Vois sur ces canaux Dormir ces vaisseaux Dont l'humeur est vagabonde; C'est pour assouvir Ton moindre désir Qu'ils viennent du bout du monde.
Les soleils couchants Revêtent les champs, Les canaux, la ville entière, D'hyacinthe et d'or; Le monde s'endort Dans une chaude lumière.
Là, tout n'est qu'ordre et beauté, Luxe, calme et volupté.
Invitation to the Voyage My daughter, my sister, Consider the vista Of living out there, you and I, To love at our leisure, Then, ending our pleasure, In climes you resemble to die.
There the suns, rainy-wet, Through clouds rise and set With the selfsame enchantment to charm me That my senses receive From your eyes, that deceive, When they shine through your tears to disarm me.
There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure, With all things in order and measure.
With old treasures furnished, By centuries burnished, To gleam in the shade of our chamber, While the rarest of flowers Vaguely mix through the hours Their own with the perfume of amber: Each sumptuous ceiling, Each mirror revealing The wealth of the East, will be hung So the part and the whole May speak to the soul In its native, indigenous tongue.
There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure, With all things in order and measure.
On the channels and streams See each vessel that dreams In its whimsical vagabond way, Since it’s for your least whim The oceans they swim From the ends of the night and the day. The sun, going down, With its glory will crown Canals, fields, and cities entire, While the whole earth is rolled In the jacinth and gold Of its warming and radiant fire.
There'll be nothing but beauty, wealth, pleasure With all things in order and measure.
Track 4 - Dolente immagine di Fille mia - Sorrowful image of my Fille
Dolente immagine di Fille mia
Dolente immagine di Fille mia,
perché sì squallida mi siedi accanto?
Che più desideri? Dirotto pianto
io sul tuo cenere versai finor.
Temi che immemore de' sacri giuri
io possa accendermi ad altra face?
Ombra di Fillide, riposa in pace;
è inestinguibile l'antico ardor
Sorrowful image of my Fille Sorrowful image of my Fille,
Why do you sit so dreary beside me?
What more do you desire?
Copious tears
I have poured upon your ashes up to now.
Do you fear that, forgetful of the sacred vows
I could be ignited to another flame?
Shock of Fillide, rest in peace;
The old passion is inextinguishable.
Dolente immagine di Fille mia,
perché sì squallida mi siedi accanto?
Che più desideri? Dirotto pianto
io sul tuo cenere versai finor.
Temi che immemore de' sacri giuri
io possa accendermi ad altra face?
Ombra di Fillide, riposa in pace;
è inestinguibile l'antico ardor
Sorrowful image of my Fille Sorrowful image of my Fille,
Why do you sit so dreary beside me?
What more do you desire?
Copious tears
I have poured upon your ashes up to now.
Do you fear that, forgetful of the sacred vows
I could be ignited to another flame?
Shock of Fillide, rest in peace;
The old passion is inextinguishable.
Track 6 - Allerseelen - All Soul’s Day
Allerseelen
Stell auf den Tisch die duftenden Reseden, Die letzten roten Astern trag herbei, Und laß uns wieder von der Liebe reden, Wie einst im Mai.
Gib mir die Hand, daß ich sie heimlich drücke Und wenn man's sieht, mir ist es einerlei, Gib mir nur einen deiner süßen Blicke, Wie einst im Mai.
Es blüht und funkelt heut auf jedem Grabe, Ein Tag im Jahr ist ja den Toten frei, Komm an mein Herz, daß ich dich wieder habe, Wie einst im Mai.
All Soul’s Day
Bring in the mignonettes' fragrant spires, the last red asters on the table lay, and let again us speak of love's desires, like once in May.
Give me your hand in furtive, sweet advances - if people see it, mind not what they say: Give me just one of your delighting glances, like once in May.
Today the graves are full of lights and flowers, one day a year the dead shall hold their sway: Spend on my heart again those lovely hours, like once in May.
Stell auf den Tisch die duftenden Reseden, Die letzten roten Astern trag herbei, Und laß uns wieder von der Liebe reden, Wie einst im Mai.
Gib mir die Hand, daß ich sie heimlich drücke Und wenn man's sieht, mir ist es einerlei, Gib mir nur einen deiner süßen Blicke, Wie einst im Mai.
Es blüht und funkelt heut auf jedem Grabe, Ein Tag im Jahr ist ja den Toten frei, Komm an mein Herz, daß ich dich wieder habe, Wie einst im Mai.
All Soul’s Day
Bring in the mignonettes' fragrant spires, the last red asters on the table lay, and let again us speak of love's desires, like once in May.
Give me your hand in furtive, sweet advances - if people see it, mind not what they say: Give me just one of your delighting glances, like once in May.
Today the graves are full of lights and flowers, one day a year the dead shall hold their sway: Spend on my heart again those lovely hours, like once in May.
Track 8 - Chi il bel sogno di Doretta - Doretta's beautiful dream
Chi il bel sogno di Doretta
Chi il bel sogno di Doretta Potè indovinar?
Il suo mister come mai Come mai fini
Ahimè! un giorno uno studente In bocca la baciò E fu quel bacio Rivelazione: Fu la passione!
Folle amore! Folle ebbrezza! Chi la sottil carezza D'un bacio cosi ardente Mai ridir potrà?
Ah! mio sogno! Ah! mia vita!
Che importa la ricchezza Se alfine è rifiorita La felicità! O sogno d'or Poter amar così!
like once in May.
Doretta's beautiful dreamWho could guess The beautiful dream Doretta had? Why her mystery Came to an end
One day a student Kissed her on the mouth And that kiss Was the revelation: It was the passion! Mad love! Mad happiness! Who will ever be able again To describe the light caress Of a kiss so burning?
Oh! My dream! Oh! My life!
Who cares for wealth If at last happiness flourishes! Oh golden dream To be able to love In this way!
Chi il bel sogno di Doretta Potè indovinar?
Il suo mister come mai Come mai fini
Ahimè! un giorno uno studente In bocca la baciò E fu quel bacio Rivelazione: Fu la passione!
Folle amore! Folle ebbrezza! Chi la sottil carezza D'un bacio cosi ardente Mai ridir potrà?
Ah! mio sogno! Ah! mia vita!
Che importa la ricchezza Se alfine è rifiorita La felicità! O sogno d'or Poter amar così!
like once in May.
Doretta's beautiful dreamWho could guess The beautiful dream Doretta had? Why her mystery Came to an end
One day a student Kissed her on the mouth And that kiss Was the revelation: It was the passion! Mad love! Mad happiness! Who will ever be able again To describe the light caress Of a kiss so burning?
Oh! My dream! Oh! My life!
Who cares for wealth If at last happiness flourishes! Oh golden dream To be able to love In this way!
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