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- Editor: David Newman (submitted 2008-07-18). Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 305 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Editions in F sharp and D Minor. English translation by Arthur Westbrook.
General Information
Title: Jours passés
Composer: Léo Delibes
Lyricist: Paul-Armand Silvestre (1837-1901)
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: French
Instruments: Piano
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
French text
Jours passés,
Ô jeunesse envolée,
Vous laissez
L’âme à jamais troublée.
Ô printemps sans retour!
Ô fleurs! ô délire,
Quand mes yeux chaque jour
Te voyaient sourire
Ô mon seul, mon cher amour!
Bien loin tu t’es enfuie,
Ô toi qui fus ma vie,
Et qui restes mon cœur.
En vain le temps dévore,
Sous mon front luit encore
Ton souvenir vainqueur!
Heureux de ma blessure,
Ton nom, je le murmure,
Ô toi, qui fus ma vie
Et qui restes mon cœur!