Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Verdi: Songs for Voice and Piano / Seste Romanze I - Deh, pietoso, oh Addolorata, artist - Margaret Price. Album song Margaret Price In Recital, in the genre Мировая классика
Date of issue: 15.08.2019
Record label: Decca
Song language: Italian
Verdi: Songs for Voice and Piano / Seste Romanze I - Deh, pietoso, oh Addolorata(original) |
Deh, pietoso, oh Addolorata |
China il guardo al mio dolore; |
Tu, una spada fitta in core |
Volgi gl’occhi desolata |
Al morente tuo figliuol |
Quelle occhiate, i sospir vanno |
Lassù al padre e son preghiera |
Che il suo tempri ed il tuo affanno |
Come a me squarcin le viscere |
Gl’insoffribili miei guai |
E dell’ansio petto i palpiti |
Chi comprendere può mai? |
Di che trema il cor? |
Che vuol? |
Ah! |
tu sola il sai, tu sol! |
Sempre, ovunque il passo io giro |
Qual martiro, qual martiro |
Qui nel sen porto con me! |
Solitaria appena, oh, quanto |
Verso allora, oh, quanto pianto |
E di dentro scoppia il cor |
Sul vasel del finestrino |
La mia la crima scendea |
Quando all’alba del mattino |
Questi fior per te cogliea |
Chè del sole il primo raggio |
La mia stanza rischiarava |
E dal letto mi cacciava |
Agitandomi il dolor |
Ah, per te dal disonore |
Dalla morte io sia salvata |
Deh, pietoso al mio dololre |
China il guardo, oh Addolorata! |
(translation) |
Oh, pitiful, oh Sorrowful |
Look down at my pain; |
You, a sword deep in your heart |
Turn your eyes desolate |
To your dying son |
Those looks, the sighs go |
Up there to the father and I am prayer |
May his temper of him and your breathlessness |
As to me ripping the bowels |
My insufferable troubles |
And the heartbeats of anxiety in the chest |
Who can ever understand? |
What is the heart trembling with? |
What do you want? |
Ah! |
you alone know it, you alone! |
Always, wherever I go I turn |
What martyr, what martyr |
Here in the sen I bring with me! |
Just lonely, oh, how much |
Towards then, oh, how much I cry |
And the heart bursts inside |
On the vasel of the window |
My crima went down |
When at dawn in the morning |
Take these flowers for you |
What the first ray of the sun |
My room was bright |
And he threw me out of bed |
Stirring the pain |
Ah, for you from dishonor |
From death I am saved |
Oh, pitiful to my sorrow |
Look down, oh Sorrowful! |