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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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<poem>
Ecco, morirò dunque!
Ecco, morirò dunque!
Nè fia che pur rimire
Nè fia che pur rimire
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Se almen potessi dir:
Se almen potessi dir:
"Moro, mia vita!"
"Moro, mia vita!"
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<poem>
So, then die I will!
So, then die I will!
Do not then look,
Do not then look,
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if only I could say:
if only I could say:
'I die, my life!'
'I die, my life!'
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Editor: Vincent Carpentier (submitted 2004-06-28).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 120 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Ecco, morirò dunque
Composer: Carlo Gesualdo

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

Published: Il Quatro Libro di Madrigali - 1596

Description: A 2-part madrigal. The title of the second part is 'Ahi, gia mi discoloro'

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Ecco, morirò dunque!
Nè fia che pur rimire
Tu ch’ancidi mirando
Il mio morire.

Ahi, già mi discoloro,
Oimè vien meno
La luce a gli occhi miei,
La voce, al seno!

O che morte gradita
Se almen potessi dir:
"Moro, mia vita!"
 

English.png English translation

So, then die I will!
Do not then look,
you whose eyes kill,
how I die.

Ah, I lose color,
Oh! there is less
light coming to my eyes,
the voice, the breast!

Oh, death would be welcome
if only I could say:
'I die, my life!'