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Concert Translations

"Brindisi"

La Traviate Chorus - Verdi

ALFREDO
Let's drink from the joyous chalice
Where beauty flowers ...
Let the fleeting hour
To pleasure's intoxication yield.
Let's drink
To love's sweet tremors -
To those eyes
That pierce the heart.
Let's drink to love - to wine
That warms our kisses.

ALL
Ah! Let's drink to love ? to wine
That warms our kisses.

VIOLETTA
rising
With you I would share
My days of happiness;
Everything is folly in this world
That does not give us pleasure.
Let us enjoy life,
For the pleasures of love are swift and fleeting
As a flower that lives and dies
And can be enjoyed no more.
Let's take our pleasure!
While its ardent,
Brilliant summons lures us on.

ALL
Let's take our pleasure
Of wine and
Singing and mirth
Till the new day
Dawns on us in paradise.

VIOLETTA
to Alfredo
Life is just pleasure.

ALFREDO
to Violetta
But if one still waits for love ...

VIOLETTA
to Alfredo
I know nothing of that ? don't tell me …

ALFREDO
to Violetta
But there lies my fate.

ALL
Let's take our pleasure
Of wine and
Singing and mirth,
Till the new day
Dawns on this paradise of ours.

“Un di Felice”

La Traviata - Verdi

ALFREDO

One happy day, ethereal,  

you flashed before me,

and ever since that trembling day,

I lived with an unknown love,

with that love which is the very heartbeat

of the universe itself -

mysterious and noble,

both pain and ecstasy of the heart.

 

VIOLETTA
Ah, if this is true, then flee from me.
I offer you only friendship:
I don’t know how to love, nor can I accept
so heroic a love from you.
I am simple and frank.
You must find another.
It won't be hard, then,
for you to forget me.

ALFREDO
Love mysterious and noble,
both cross and ecstasy of the heart.

VIOLETTA
It won't be hard, then, for you to forget me.

"Sull'aria"

Le Nozze di Figaro - Mozart

COUNTESS

"How sweet the breeze…”

 

SUSANNA

The breeze ...

 

COUNTESS

"Will be this evening...”

SUSANNA

Will be this evening ...

 

COUNTESS

"Under the pine trees of the grove.”

 

SUSANNA

Under the pine trees..?

 

COUNTESS

“Under the pine trees of the grove.”

 

SUSANNA

Under the pine trees of the grove.

 

COUNTESS

The rest he'll understand.

 

SUSANNA

I'm sure he'll understand.

"Giunse alfin momento...Deh, vieni, non tardar"

Le Nozze di Figaro - Mozart

Finally the moment has arrived

That I will enjoy without worry

in the arms of my beloved.

Shame, begone from my heart,

do not disturb my moment of joy!

Oh, it seems that to my amorous fire

the amenity of this place,

the earth and the sky responds,

like the night seconds my want!

Oh come, do not be late, my beloved,

come where love calls you to pleasure.

Until the night sky no longer glows,

while the world is still dark and silent.

Here murmurs the brook, the air dances,

and with sweet whispers heals the heart,

here flowers giggle and grass is crisp,

everything entices the pleasures of love.

Come, dear, among these hidden trees,

I want to crown your head with roses.

"La donna e mobile"

Rigoletto- Verdi

Women are as fickle

as feathers in the wind,

she changes her tone

and her thoughts.

Always the loveable,

sweet, laughing face,

but laughing or crying,

the face is deceitful.

Is always miserable

he who trusts her,

he who confides in her,

his heart is ill-advised!

Yet none can call himself

fully contented

who has not tasted

love in her arms!

Women are as fickle, etc.

s senseless.)

"Mario! Mario! Mario!"

Tosca - Puccini

TOSCA

Mario! Mario! Mario!

 

CAVARADOSSI

I am here...

 

TOSCA

Why was it locked?

 

CAVARADOSSI

That was the sacristan's wish.

 

TOSCA

With whom were you talking?

 

CAVARADOSSI

With you!

 

TOSCA

Other words you whispered. Where is she?

 

CAVARADOSSI
Who?

TOSCA
She! That woman!
I heard her quick steps and rustling dress.

CAVARADOSSI
You're dreaming!

TOSCA
Do you deny it?

CAVARADOSSI 

I deny it and I love you!

TOSCA 
Oh no! Before the gentle Madonna.
No, my Mario!
First let me pray and offer these flowers.
Now listen: tonight I am singing,
but the program will be brief. Wait for me at the stage entrance, and we two shall go alone together to your villa.

CAVARADOSSI 
Tonight?

 

TOSCA
The moon is full,
and the nocturnal floral scent intoxicates the heart. Are you not happy?

CAVARADOSSI
So very happy!

TOSCA 
Say it again!

CAVARADOSSI
So very happy!

TOSCA
How faintly you say it!
Do you not long for our little house
that is waiting for us, hidden in the grove?
Our refuge, sacred to us and unseen by the world, protected with love and mystery?
Oh, at your side to listen there
to the voices of the night
as they rise through the starlit,
shadowed silences:
from the woods and from the thickets
and the dry grass, from the depths
of shattered tombs
scented with thyme,
the night murmurs
its thousand loves
and false counsels
to soften and seduce the heart.
Oh wide fields, blossom! And sea winds
throb in the moon's radiance, ah,
rain down desire, you vaulted stars!
Tosca burns with a mad love!

 

CAVARADOSSI
Ah! Sorceress, I am bound in your toils...

TOSCA
Tosca's blood burns with a mad love!

CAVARADOSSI
Sorceress, I will come!

TOSCA
Oh, my love!

CAVARADOSSI
But now you must let me work.

TOSCA
You dismiss me?

CAVARADOSSI
You know my work is pressing.

TOSCA
I am going!
And who is that blond woman there?

 

CAVARADOSSI
Mary Magdalene. Do you like her?

TOSCA
She is too beautiful!

CAVARADOSSI 
Ah, rare praise!

TOSCA 
You laugh?
I have seen those sky-blue eyes before.

CAVARADOSSI 
There are so many in the world!

TOSCA 
Wait... wait...
It’s the Marchesa Attavanti!

CAVARADOSSI
Brava!

TOSCA 
You see her? She loves you! You love her?

CAVARADOSSI
By pure chance...

TOSCA
Those footsteps and whispers...
Ah... She was here just now...

 

CAVARADOSSI
Come here!

TOSCA
The shameless flirt! And to me!

CAVARADOSSI
By pure chance I saw her yesterday...
she came here to pray...
and I, unnoticed, painted her.

TOSCA
Swear!

CAVARADOSSI
I swear!

TOSCA 
How intently she stares at me!

CAVARADOSSI
Come away!

TOSCA
She taunts and mocks me.

CAVARADOSSI
What foolishness!

TOSCA 
Ah, those eyes...

 

CAVARADOSSI

What eyes in the world can compare
with your black and glowing eyes?
It is in them that my whole being fastens,
eyes soft with love and rich with anger...
Where in the whole world are eyes
to compare with your black eyes?

TOSCA
Oh, how well you know the art
of capturing women's hearts!
But let her eyes be black ones!

CAVARADOSSI
My jealous Tosca!

TOSCA
Yes, I feel it, I torment you unceasingly.

CAVARADOSSI
My jealous Tosca!

TOSCA
I know you would forgive me if you knew my

grief!

CAVARADOSSI
You are my idol, Tosca.
All things in you delight me:
your storming anger
and your pulsing love!

 

TOSCA
I know you would forgive me
if you knew my grief.
Say again
those consoling words...
Say them again!

CAVARADOSSI
My life, my troubled one, beloved.
I shall always say: "I love you, Floria".
Set your uneasy heart at rest,
I shall always say: "I love you".

TOSCA
Good heavens! What a sin!
You have undone my hair.

CAVARADOSSI
Now you must leave me!

TOSCA
You stay at your work until this evening.
And will you promise that, blond locks
or black, by chance or otherwise,
no woman shall come here to pray?

CAVARADOSSI
I swear it, beloved. Go now!

TOSCA
How you do hurry me along!

CAVARADOSSI
Come, again?

 

TOSCA
No, forgive me!

CAVARADOSSI 
Before the Madonna?

TOSCA
She is so good!
But let her eyes be black ones!

"Salut! Demeure chaste et pure"

Faust - Gounod

What unknown emotion now fills me?

I feel that my whole being is in the grip of love.

O Marguerite, here I am your feet!

Hail, chaste and pure dwelling where is felt

The presence of an innocent and holy soul.

What wealth in this very poverty!

What bliss in this humble cottage!

O Nature, this is where you created her beauty!

This is where the maid grew up beneath your wing, Grew up under your gaze!

Here, too, breathing into her soul,

You lovingly turned this angel of heaven

Into a fresh blooming woman.

This is the place ... yes ... here it is!

Hail, chaste and pure dwelling, etc.

"Barcarolle" 

Tales of Hoffmann- Offenbach

NICKLAUSSE
Lovely night, oh, night of love

Smile upon our joys!

Night much sweeter than the day
Oh beautiful night of love!

GIULIETTA, NICKLAUSSE

Time flies by, and carries away

Our tender caresses forever!

Time flies far from this happy oasis

And does not return
Burning zephyrs

Embrace us with your caresses!

Burning zephyrs

Give us your kisses!

Your kisses! Your kisses! Ah!
Lovely night, oh, night of love

Smile upon our joys!

Night much sweeter than the day

Oh, beautiful night of love!

Ah! Smile upon our joys!

Night of love, oh, night of love!

Ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah! ah!

"Parigi, o cara"

La Traviata - Verdi

BOTH

We'll leave Paris, my dearest,

Together we'll go through life.

In reward for your/my past sorrows,

You'll/I’ll bloom into health again.

Breath of life, sunshine you'll be to me,

All the years to come will smile on us.

 

 

"Quando m'en vo"

La Boheme - Puccini

MUSETTA

When I walk out alone along the street,
all the people stop and stare,
and seek out all my beauty
from head to toe.

And then I relish the subtle longing
which shines from eyes and can infer hidden beauties from outward charms.
Thus the breath of desire whirls around me,
and makes me happy!

And you who know, who remember and fret,
do you fly from me like that?
I know full well you'll not tell your anguish, I know well but you feel yourself dying!

 

(MIMÌ
I can see well that poor girl is completely
infatuated with Marcello, she's terribly in love!)

 

 

"O sole mio"

What a beautiful thing is a sunny day

The air serene after a thunderstorm

The air so fresh, it already feels like a celebration

What a beautiful thing is a sunny day.

But another sun, even more beautiful, oh dear,

My own sun shines from your face!

This sun, my own sun

Shines from your face; it shines from your face!

 

When night comes and the sun has gone down,

I almost start feeling melancholy;

I’d stay below your window

When night comes and the sun has gone down.

But another sun, even more beautiful, oh dear,

My own sun shines from your face!

This sun, my own sun

Shines from your face; it shines from your face!

 

"Winterstürme wichen dem Wonnemond"

Die Walküre - Wagner

Winter storms yielded to the happy moon,
in gentle light the Spring shines;
light and lovely on linden trees,
Weaving wonders he sways;
through woods and meadows his breath blows,
his eye, wide open, laughs:
from the blessed song of little birds sweet he sounds, he breathes sweet scents;
from his warm blood bloom delightful flowers,


Sprout and shoot springs from his power.
With delicate weapons he conquers the world;
Winter and storm yield to the mighty defenses:
The brave pranksters must have yielded to
the strict door also, which

defiantly and rigidly separated us from him.
He swung himself over to his sister;
Love lured Spring:
in our bosom they hid themselves deeply;
now she blissfully laughs the light.
The brother unchained the bridal sister;
shattered lies whatever separated them:
cheering, the young couple greet each other:
Love and Spring are united!

 

"O mio babbino caro"

Gianni Schicchi - Puccini

Oh my dear papa,
I love him, he is handsome, handsome.
I want to go to Porta Rossa
To buy the ring!
Yes, yes, I want to go there!
And if I loved him in vain,
I would go to the Ponte Vecchio,
but to throw myself in the Arno!
I am anguished and tormented!
Oh God, I'd want to die!
Papa, have pity, have pity!
Papa, have pity, have pity!

 

"Nessun Dorma"

Turandot - Puccini

CALAF (THE UNKNOWN PRINCE)

No one sleeps! No one sleeps!
You too, O Princess!
in your chaste room
are watching the stars

which tremble with love and hope.
But my secret lies hidden within me,
no one shall discover my name!
Oh no, I will reveal it only on your lips,
when daylight shines forth!
And my kiss shall break the silence

which makes you mine!
 

CHORUS
(No one shall discover his name!
And we will have to, alas, die!)

 

CALAF
Depart, oh night!
Fade away, you stars!
At dawn I shall win!

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