Abschiedslied der Zugvögel, Op. 63 No. 2 (Felix Mendelssohn): Difference between revisions
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*{{PostedDate|2015-07-16}} {{CPDLno|36104}} [http://www.pandolfopaolo.com/?attachment_id=822 {{ | *{{PostedDate|2015-07-16}} {{CPDLno|36104}} [http://www.pandolfopaolo.com/?attachment_id=822 {{net}}] | ||
{{ | {{Contributor|Paolo Pandolfo|2015-07-16}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|300}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
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Era pur bel il bosco in fior! | |||
ed ora il ciel non ha color! | |||
La bella state omai passò | |||
e i lieti dì con sé portò. | |||
Noi correvam con lieto vol | |||
dall’ombre folte al prato in fior | |||
E scioglievam, bevendo il sol, | |||
la più gentil canzon d’amor. | |||
Ed or dobbiam di qua migrar, | |||
i dolci nidi abbandonar, | |||
volar lontan lontan, laggiù, | |||
che patria omai non abbiam più! | |||
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[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Romantic music]] | [[Category:Romantic music]] | ||
Revision as of 07:25, 16 July 2015
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- (Posted 2015-07-16) CPDL #36104:
- Contributor: Paolo Pandolfo (submitted 2015-07-16). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 300 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Scanned score
General Information
Title: Canto d'addio
Composer: Felix Mendelssohn
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 2vv Voicing: SA
Genre: Secular
Language: Italian
Instruments: Piano
Published:
Description:
External websites: http://www.pandolfopaolo.com
Original text and translations
Italian text
Era pur bel il bosco in fior!
ed ora il ciel non ha color!
La bella state omai passò
e i lieti dì con sé portò.
Noi correvam con lieto vol
dall’ombre folte al prato in fior
E scioglievam, bevendo il sol,
la più gentil canzon d’amor.
Ed or dobbiam di qua migrar,
i dolci nidi abbandonar,
volar lontan lontan, laggiù,
che patria omai non abbiam più!