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2 lyrics Voglio di vita uscir Voglio di vita uscir, voglio che cadano Quest ossa in polve e queste membra in cenere, E che i singulti miei tra l ombre vadano, Già che quel piè ch ingemma l herbe tenere Sempre fugge da me, ne lo trattengono I lacci, ohimè, del bel fanciul di Venere. Miei sensi del sepolcro all orlo vengono, E dalla vita quasi s accongedano Poi ch un sol pegno di mercè non tengono. Vo che gl abissi il mio cordoglio vedano, E l aspro mio martir le furie piangano, E che i dannati al mio tormento cedano. A Dio crudel, gli orgogli tuoi rimangano A crudelir con altri. A te rinuncio, Né vo più che mie speme in te si frangano. S apre la tomba, il mio morir t annuncio. Una lagrima spargi, et alfin donami Di tua tarda pietade un solo nuncio, E s amando t offesi, homai perdonami. Dolci miei martiri Dolci miei martiri dolci miei sospiri dolce mio desio tuoi dolci canti e voi dolci pianti rimanete, a Dio. A la ria partita vento e mar m invita volubili hore ma non più querele duro Amor crudele ama il mio dolore. Hora miei martiri hora miei sospiri e tu mio desio vuoi dolci canti e voi dolci pianti rimanete, a Dio. 2 3

3 Yuma yuma weh abba weh masechakoom tebeeuni bee-ul bagar wal ranam wal mah lifdeeni yuma weh abba, willaw jakum matar philleyl lah tichsabuu hin hoo matar, il damat eyni sel yuma weh abba willaw jakum re-ood philleyl lah tichsabu hin hoo re-ood, il dagat galbi sel Canzonetta spirituale sopra la nanna Hor ch e tempo di dormire, dormi figlio e non vagire, perche tempo ancor verrà, che vagir bisognerà. Chiudi quei lumi divini, come fan gl altri bambini, perché tosto oscuro velo priverà di lume il chielo. O ver prendi questo latte dalle mie mammelle intatte, perche ministro crudele ti prepara aceto e fiele, Amor mio, sia questo petto hor per te morbido letto, pria che rendi ad alta voce l alma al Padre su la croce. Posa hor queste membra belle vezzosette e tenerezze, perche poi feri e catene gli daran acerbe pene. Queste mani e questi piedi ch or con gusto e gaudio vedi, Ahime, com in varie modi passeran acuti chiodi Questa faccia graziosa rubiconda, hor più che rosa Sputi e schiaffi sporcheranno con tormento e grand afanno Ah con quanto tuo dolore, sola speme del mio core, questo capo e questi crini passeran acuti spini Ah ch in questo divin petto, amor mio dolce diletto, vi farà piaga mortale, empia lancia e disleale. 4 5

4 Dormi dunque, figliol mio, dormi pur redentor mio, perchè poi con lieto viso ci vedrem in Paradiso. Hor che dorme la mia vita, del mio cor gioia compita, taccia ognun con puro zelo, taccian sin la terra e l cielo. E fra tanto, io che farò? Il mio ben contemplerò, ne starò col capo chino sin che dorme il mio bambino. Se d amor Se d amor la dolce piaga si m appaga dal suo stral che mi da vita sia pur sempre ognor ferita se d amor nel chiaro fuoco lieto in gioco del suo vago e dolce ardore sia pur sempre acceso il core se d amor del caro nodo lieto godo del suo laccio a me diletto sia pur sempre avvinto il petto che vivendo altro contento mai non sento o che quando amante amato il cor punto arso e legato 6 7

5 Voglio di Vita uscir I wish I could die. I wish I could dissolve, my bones to powder, my limbs to ashes. I wish my sobs could disappear into the shadows. Already those feet which adorn the grass flee from me and I am held back in the trap (Alas!) of Venus s maiden. See the abyss of my grief! I weep for my harsh martyrdom: even the damned yield to my torments. I leave thy pride to the cruel god. I do not want my trust in thee to be broken any more. The grave is opening up for me and I announce my death to you. Spare me a tear, and in the end grant me just one last sign of thy pity. If my love offends thee, forgive me. or: I want to depart this life, I want my bones to fall into dust, and my limbs into ashes, and my sobs to disappear among the shadows, since those feet, which adorn the tender grasses, are always fleeing from me; nor are they restrained, alas, by the bonds of the lovely son of Venus. I want the depths of hell to see my sorrow, and the Furies to weep for my harsh agony, and the damned to acknowledge my torment. Farewell, cruel one, let your pride remain to torture others; I renounce you! I no longer want you to dash my hopes to pieces. The tomb opens: my death is at hand. Shed but one tear, and at the last give me a single sign of your pity (now too late); and if my love has offended you, forgive me now! 8 9

6 Dolci miei martiri Sweet are my sighs, Sweet are my torments, Sweet is my desire. and you sweet songs and you sweet tears remain, to God. On the stream I leave wind and sea invite me Oh, so fickle now. but no more complaints harsh cruel Amor loves my pain. Now my sighs Now my torments and you my desire, and you sweet songs and you sweet tears remain, to God. Yuma Oh father, mother don t make me marry him for money I love another Whose eyes are kind and lips are honey The cattle grazing fields are free So why enbondage me Your cows and oxen can be sold Do not enslave my soul Oh father, mother Your nights are stormed with rain and thunder the water gushing from the sky Is teardrops from my eyes The thunder tearing skies apart The Beating of my heart 10 11

7 Canzonetta spirituale Now it is time to sleep, sleep my child and do not cry, For the time for weeping will arrive. Close those heavenly eyes, as other children do, For soon a dark veil will cover the sky. Take this milk from my immaculate breast, For a cruel minister will serve you bitterness and gall. My love, may this breast be a soft bed for you, Before you cry out and surrender your soul to the Father on the cross! Now rest these fine limbs, so precious and tender, For later irons and chains will inflict cruel pains on them. These hands and these feet, which now you look on with pleasure and joy, Alas, will one day be pierced by sharp nails. This gracious face, today redder than a rose, Will be spat upon and bruised, in torment and pain. Oh, with such great sorrow and pain, only hope of my heart, Will sharp thorns pass through this head and hair. Alas, one day this breast divine, my love, my own Sweet dear, will be rent by the deadly wounds of a cruel and treacherous lance. So sleep, my son, sleep my saviour, for, with joyful face, Our tryst we ll keep, in paradise. Now you sleep, my darling, my heart with joy you thrill, let all keep watch in silence, let earth and Heaven be still. And meanwhile, what shall I do? My love I ll watch, my head bowed low, As long as my baby sleeps

8 Se d amor If from Amor s sweet pain I am satisfied from his arrow which gives me life, may I forever and always be wounded. If in Love s bright fire I play contentedly, By his blurry and sweet warmth, The heart forever and always passionately burns. If in Love s dear bond I happily rejoice, in his trap that brings me delight, may the heart forever be captivated. He who lives otherwise never feels content, oh, for when the lover loves, the heart is pierced, burns and is bound

English Course Level A1-A2 English Lesson 4 Figline Val D Arno September 19, 2017 Docente: Nancy Bailey

English Course Level A1-A2 English Lesson 4 Figline Val D Arno September 19, 2017 Docente: Nancy Bailey https://sites.google.com/site/nbaileysite redigranbailey@yahoo.it For Oxford Online Skills Program: