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- (Posted 2017-12-18) CPDL #48063:
- Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2017-12-18). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 51 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: La caritad' è spenta
Composer: André Vierendeels
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SAT
Genre: Sacred, Motet
Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 2017
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
Italian text
La caritad'è spenta,
l'amor d'Idd'io non c'è;
Tiepid'ognun diventa,
non c'è piu viva fe.
Non s'ama il ben comune,
Ciaschedun' ama sè,
Quel dice la fatica
non s'appartiene a me.
Il piccol dice al grande:
Io ne so quanto te,
dal capo infino a piedi,
inferno ciascun è.
Io vedo tal, che regge,
che non sà regger fe,
Sol nel mangiar' e bere,
diletto e gusto c'è.