Текст и перевод песни Giuseppe Verdi, Rolando Villazon, Gianandrea Noseda & Orchestra del Teatro Regio di Torino - 8 Romanze per tenore e orchestra : In solitaria stanza

8 Romanze per tenore e orchestra : In solitaria stanza

In solitaria stanza

Jacopo Vittorelli

In solitaria stanza
Langue per doglia atroce;
Il labbro è senza voce,
Senza respiro il sen,

Come in deserta aiuola,
Che di rugiade è priva,
Sotto alla vampa estiva
Molle narcisso svien.

Io, dall'affanno oppresso,
Corro per vie rimote
E grido in suon che puote
Le rupi intenerir

Salvate, o Dei pietosi,
Quella beltà celeste;
Voi forse non sapreste
Un'altra Irene ordir

TRADUCCIÓ

Dans une pièce solitaire

Dans une pièce solitaire
Elle se languit dans une douleur atroce;
Les lèvres sans voix,
Le sein sans souffle.

Comme dans un massif désert,
Abandonné par la rosée,
Sous le feu de l'été
Un faible narcisse se fane.

Moi, oppressé par l'anxiété,
Je cours à travers des chemins éloignés,
Et je pousse des cris qui pourraient
Adoucir des rochers.

Sauvez, ô dieux pleins de pitié,
Cette beauté céleste;
Peut-être que vous ne saurez pas
Créer une autre Irène.

8 Romances for tenor and orchestra: In solitaria stanza

In a solitary room

Jacopo Vittorelli

In a solitary room
She languishes in an appalling pain;
The lips are without voice,
The breast without breath.

Like in a deserted flowerbed,
That's bare of dewdrops,
Under the scorching summertime
A fragile narcissus faints.

I, oppressed by distress,
Run through remote paths,
And I cry out in a tune that could
Soften stones.

Save, o gods of mercy,
That heavenly beauty;
You might not be able
To create another Irene.

TRANSLATION

In a solitary room

In a solitary room
She languishes in an appalling pain;
The lips are without voice,
The breast without breath.

Like in a deserted flowerbed,
That's bare of dewdrops,
Under the scorching summertime
A fragile narcissus faints.

I, oppressed by distress,
Run through remote paths,
And I cry out in a tune that could
Soften stones.

Save, o gods of mercy,
That heavenly beauty;
You might not be able
To create another Irene.