Cavalleria Rusticana (1987 - Remaster): Gli aranci olezzano (Chorus) - Pietro Mascagni , Riccardo Muti перевод на английский

Cavalleria Rusticana (1987 - Remaster): Gli aranci olezzano (Chorus)

Gli aranci olezzano
Sui verdi margini
Cantan le allodole
Tra i mirti in fior

Gli aranci olezzano
Sui verdi margini
Cantan le allodole
Tra i mirti in fior

Tempo è, si mormori
Da ognuno il tenero
Canto che i palpiti
Raddoppia al cor

In mezzo al campo
Tra le spiche d'oro
Giunge il rumore
Delle vostre spole

Noi stanchi
Riposando dal lavoro
A voi pensiam
O belle occhi-di-sole

O belle occhi-di-sole
A voi corriamo
Come vola l'augello
Al suo richiamo

Cessin le rustiche opre
La Vergin serena allietasi del Salvator

Tempo è, si mormori
Da ognuno il tenero
Canto che i palpiti
Raddoppia al cor

In mezzo al campo
Tra le spiche d'oro (gli aranci olezzano sui verdi margini)
Giunge il rumore
Delle vostre spole (cantan le allodole tra i mirti in fior)

Noi stanchi
Riposando dal lavoro (gli aranci olezzano sui verdi margini)
A voi pensiamo
O belle occhi-di-sole (aah)

O belle occhi-di-sole (tempo è, si mormori)
A voi corriamo (d'ognuno il tenero canto)
Come vola l'augello (che i palpiti)
Al suo richiamo (raddoppia al cor)

Cavalleria Rusticana (1987 - Remaster): The Orange Trees Are Blooming (Chorus)

The orange trees are blooming
On the green slopes
The larks are singing
Among the myrtle in bloom

The orange trees are blooming
On the green slopes
The larks are singing
Among the myrtle in bloom

It is time, let us murmur
By all the tender
Song that the throbbing
Doubles in the heart

In the center of the field
Among the golden spikes
The noise of
Your spools is coming

We are tired
Resting from work
We think of you
O my beautiful sun-eyes

O my beautiful sun-eyes
We will run to you
As the bird flies
To its call

Stop the rude works
The serene Virgin rejoices in the Savior

It is time, let us murmur
By all the tender
Song that the throbbing
Doubles in the heart

In the center of the field
Among the golden spikes (the orange trees are blooming on the green slopes)
The noise of
Your spools is coming (the larks are singing among the myrtle in bloom)

We are tired
Resting from work (the orange trees are blooming on the green slopes)
We think of you
O my beautiful sun-eyes (aah)

O my beautiful sun-eyes (it is time, let us murmur)
We will run to you (of all the tender song)
As the bird flies (that the throbbing)
To its call (doubles in the heart)