Verdi: Ernani / Part 1 - Mercé, diletti amici - Andrea Bocelli, Coro Del Maggio Musicale Fiorentino, Israel Philharmonic Orchestra

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.

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.