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Текст песни "Claudio Monteverdi — Lamento della Ninfa"
Non havea Febo ancora
recato al mondo il d?
ch'una donzella fuora
del proprio albergo usc?.
Sul pallidetto volto
scorgease il suo dolor,
spesso gli venia sciolto
un gran sospir dal cor.
S? calpestando fiori,
errava hor qua, hor l?,
i suoi perduti amori
cos? piangendo va:
Amor, dicea
"Amor," dicea, il ciel
mirando il pi? ferm?
"dove, dov'? la f?
che 'l traditor giur
Fa che ritorni il mio
amor com'ei pur fu,
o tu m'ancidi, ch'io
non mi tormenti pi?."
Miserella, ah pi? no,
tanto gel soffrir non pu?.
"Non vo' pi? che i sospiri
se non lontan da me,
no, no, che i suoi martiri
pi? non dirammi, aff?!
Perch? di lui mi struggo
tutt'orgoglioso sta,
che s?, che s? se 'l fuggo
ancor mi pregher
Se ciglio ha pi? sereno
colei che 'l mio non,
gi? non rinchiude in seno
Amor si bella f?.
N? mai si dolci baci
da quella bocca havrai,
n? pi? soavi; ah, taci,
taci, che troppo il sai."
Si, tra sdegnosi pianti
S? tra sdegnosi pianti
spargea le voci al ciel;
cos? ne' cori amanti
mesce Amor fiamma e gel.
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translation by Massimo Ossi
Phoebus had not yet
brought daylight to the world
when a damsel
came out of her dwelling.
Her suffering was plain
on her face,
and frequently she let
great sighs loose from her heart.
Thus trampling the flowers,
she wandered here and there,
and her lost love
she thus wept:
"Love," she said, stopping
to look at the heavens,
"where, where is the faith
that the traitor swore to me?
Let my love return
as he was,
or else kill me, so that I
may no longer torment myself."
Poor wretch, alas, nol longer
can she suffer such scorn.
"I don't want him to sigh
except away from me,
I no longer want him
to confide his sufferings in me.
Because I suffer for him,
he is proud;
will he beseech me
if I flee from him?
She may have a more serene
brow than mine,
but even Love's breast
does not harbor such beautiful constancy.
Never will he have such sweet kisses
from that mouth,
nor softer - be still,
be still, that he knows all too well.
Thus among scornful weeping
she scattered her laments to the sky;
thus in lovers' hearts
Love mixes flame and ice.
