Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Verdi: Ernani / Part 1 - Mercé, diletti amici, artist - Andrea Bocelli.
Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: Italian
Verdi: Ernani / Part 1 - Mercé, diletti amici(original) |
Mercé, diletti amici, |
a tanto amor, mercé. |
Udite or tutti del mio cor gli affanni; |
e se voi negherete il vostra aiuto, |
forse per sempre Ernani fia perduto. |
Come rugiada al cespite |
D’un appassito fiore, |
D’aragonese vergine |
Scendeami voce al core; |
Fu quello il primo palpito, |
il primo palpito |
D’amor, d’amor che mi beò |
Il vecchio Silva stendere |
Osa su lei la mano |
Domani trarla al talamo |
Confida l’inumano. |
Ah, s’ella m'è tolta, ahi, misero! |
D’affanno morirò! |
S’ella m'è tolta, ahi, misero! |
D’affanno morirò! |
D’affanno, d’affanno, d’affanno morirò! |
D’affanno morirò! |
D’affanno morirò! |
Si rapisca … |
Sia rapita, |
me in seguirci sarà ardita? |
Me ‘l giurò. |
Dunque verremo, |
al castel ti seguiremo. |
Quando notte il cielo copra |
tu ne avrai compagni all’opra, |
dagli sgherri d’un rivale |
ti fia scudo ogni pugnale. |
Vieni, Ernani, la tua bella |
de' banditi fia la stella. |
Saran premio al tuo valore |
Saran premio al tuo valore |
le dolcezze dell’amor dell’amor. |
Saran premio al tuo valore |
Saran premio al tuo valore |
le dolcezze dell’amor dell’amor. |
le dolcezze dell’amor |
sì, dell’amor. |
le dolcezze dell’amor |
sì, dell’amor. |
Saran premio al tuo valore |
le dolcezze dell’amor. |
Dell’esilio nel dolore |
angiol fia, angiol fia consolator. |
Oh tu che l’alma adora, |
vien, vien, la mia vita infiora; |
per noi d’ogni altro bene |
il loco amor terrà, amor terrà. |
Purché sul tuo bel viso |
vegga brillar il riso, |
gli stenti suoi, le pene |
Ernani scorderà. |
Oh, gli stenti suoi, le pene |
Ernani scorderà. |
Vieni, Ernani, la tua bella |
de' banditi fia la stella. |
Saran premio al tuo valore |
le dolcezze dell’amor. |
Saran premio al tuo valore |
le dolcezze dell’amor. |
Sì, le dolcezze dell’amor. |
Oh tu che l’alma adora, |
vien, vien, la mia vita infiora; |
per noi d’ogni altro bene |
il loco amor terrà, amor terrà. |
Purché sul tuo bel viso |
vegga brillar il riso, |
gli stenti suoi, le pene |
Ernani scorderà. |
Oh, gli stenti suoi, le pene |
Ernani, Ernani scorderà. |
Ernani scorderà!.. ecc. |
(translation) |
Mercé, dear friends, |
to so much love, mercy. |
Now, all of my heart hear the troubles; |
and if you refuse your help, |
perhaps Ernani will be lost forever. |
Like dew to the asset |
Of a withered flower, |
Virgin Aragonese |
Go down voice to the core; |
That was the first heartbeat, |
the first heartbeat |
Of love, of love that I drink |
The old Silva spread out |
Dare your hand on her |
Take her to the thalamus tomorrow |
Trust the inhane. |
Ah, she took it away from me, ouch, miserable! |
I will die of breathlessness! |
She took it away from me, ouch, miserable! |
I will die of breathlessness! |
I will die of breathlessness, of breathlessness, of breathlessness! |
I will die of breathlessness! |
I will die of breathlessness! |
She is kidnapped ... |
She is kidnapped, |
Will she be daring in following us? |
She swore it to me. |
So we will come, |
we will follow you to the castle. |
When night the sky covers |
you will have companions at work, |
from the thugs of a rival |
may every dagger be a shield for you. |
Come, Ernani, your beauty |
be the star of the bandits. |
It will reward your worth |
It will reward your worth |
the sweetness of the love of love. |
It will reward your worth |
It will reward your worth |
the sweetness of the love of love. |
the sweetness of love |
yes, of love. |
the sweetness of love |
yes, of love. |
It will reward your worth |
the sweetness of love. |
Of exile in pain |
angiol fia, angiol fia consolator. |
Oh you who love the alma, |
come, come, my life blossoms; |
for us of every other good |
loco amor will hold, love will hold. |
As long as on your pretty face |
let the rice shine, |
her hardships, her pains |
Ernani will forget. |
Oh, her hardships, her pains |
Ernani will forget. |
Come, Ernani, your beauty |
be the star of the bandits. |
It will reward your worth |
the sweetness of love. |
It will reward your worth |
the sweetness of love. |
Yes, the sweetness of love. |
Oh you who love the alma, |
come, come, my life blossoms; |
for us of every other good |
loco amor will hold, love will hold. |
As long as on your pretty face |
let the rice shine, |
his hardships, his pains |
Ernani will forget. |
Oh, his hardships, his pains |
Ernani, Ernani will forget. |
Ernani will forget! .. etc. |