(from Pucinni’s "Tosca")
[The painter Cavaradossi has been sentenced to death for helping to hide an escaped political prisoner. As he awaits his fate, he sings of the sweet memories of his beloved Tosca and his dashed dreams.]
E lucevan le stelle,
e olezzava le terra
stridea l’uscio dell’orto
e un passo sfiorava la rena.
Entrava ella, fragrante,
mi cadea fra le braccia.
Oh! dolci baci, o languide carezze,
mentr’io fremente
le belle forme discogliea dai veli!
Svani per sempre il sogno mio d’amore…
L’ora e fuggita
e muoio disperato!
E non ho amato mai tanto la vita!
[Translation:]
sponsored links
최근 댓글