Verdi: Aida - Celeste Aida - Roberto Alagna, Claudio Abbado, Berliner Philharmoniker

Se quel guerriero io fossi

Se il mio sogno si avverasse…

Un esercito di prodi da me guidato…

e la vittoria

e il plauso di Menfi tutta!

E a te, mia dolce Aida,

tornar di lauri cinto…

Dirti, per te ho pugnato,

e per te ho vinto!

Celeste Aida, forma divina,

mistico serto di luce fior,

del mio pensiero tu sei regina,

tu di mia vita sei lo splendor.

Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti,

le dolci brezze del patrio suol,

un regal serto sul crin posarti,

ergerti un trono vicino al sol.

Celeste Aida, forma divina,

mistico raggio di luce fior,

del mio pensiero tu sei regina,

tu di mia vita sei lo splendor.

Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti,

le dolci brezze del patrio suol,

un regal serto sul crin posarti,

ergerti un trono vicino al sol.

If I were that warrior

If my dream came true ...

An army of warriors led by me ...

and victory

and the applause of all Memphis!

And to you, my sweet Aida,

go back to lauri girded ...

Tell you, for you I fought,

and for you I won!

Heavenly Aida, divine form,

mystical wreath of flower light,

of my thought you are queen,

you are the splendor of my life.

I would like to give you back your beautiful sky,

the sweet breezes of the homeland,

a regal wreath on your crin to lay you down,

rise up a throne near the sun.

Heavenly Aida, divine form,

mystical ray of flower light,

of my thought you are queen,

you are the splendor of my life.

I would like to give you back your beautiful sky,

the sweet breezes of the homeland,

a regal wreath on your crin to lay you down,

rise up a throne near the sun.