Verdi: Songs for Voice and Piano / Seste Romanze I - Deh, pietoso, oh Addolorata - Margaret Price, Geoffrey Parsons, Джузеппе Верди

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!

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!