Il maestro improvvisa - Nicola Arigliano

Il Maestro improvvisa

Che atmosfera di pace

E l’orchestra si tace

Per ascoltare la voce del suo cuor

Forse un dolce lamento

Forse un triste rimpianto

O soltanto il tormento

Di un ricordo che non si spemto ancor

Musica divina queste cose le sai dire solo tu Penetri dolcissima nell’anima per non lasciarla pi Mai pi Il Maestro improvvisa

E l’orchestra si tace

Ma in ques’aria di pace

C' la sua voce che parla ai nostri cuor

Musica divina queste cose le sai dire solo tu Penetri dolcissima nell’anima per non lasciarla pi Mai pi Il Maestro improvvisa

E l’orchestra si tace

Ma in ques’aria di pace

C' la sua voce… che parla ai nostri cuor…

The Master improvises

What an atmosphere of peace

And the orchestra is silent

To listen to the voice of his heart

Maybe a sweet moan

Perhaps a sad regret

Or just the torment

Of a memory that is not yet hopeful

Divine music only you can say these things You penetrate the soul very sweetly to never leave it again The Master improvises

And the orchestra is silent

But in this air of peace

There is his voice of him speaking to our hearts

Divine music only you can say these things You penetrate the soul very sweetly to never leave it again The Master improvises

And the orchestra is silent

But in this air of peace

There is his voice of him ... that speaks to our hearts ...