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  • CPDL #30182:     
Editor: Peter Rottländer (submitted 2013-09-23).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 138 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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  • CPDL #27828:      (MuP)
Editor: Vincent Carpentier (submitted 2012-12-19).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 71 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Stracciami pur il core
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi
Lyricist: Giovanni Battista Guarini

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Stracciami pur il core;
ragion è ben, ingrato,
che se t'ho troppo amato
porti la pena del commess'errore.
Ma perché stracci fai de la mia fede?
Che colp'ha l'innocente?
Se la mia fiamma ardente
non merita mercede,
ah, non la merta il mio fedel servire?
Ma straccia pur, crudele:
non può morir d'amor alma fedele.
Sorgerà nel morir quasi fenice
la fede mia più bell'e più felice.

German.png German translation

Entreiß also mir das Herz,
gewiß undankbar ist die Vernunft,
zu sehr hab ich dich geliebt.
Du trägst mit dir das Leid begangnen Fehlers.
Doch warum entreißt du meinen Glauben mir?
Welche Schuld trifft den Unschuldigen?
Ach nein, Wenn meine glühende Flamme
Gnade nicht verdient?
Ach, es verdient sie also nicht mein treues Dienen,
reiß also grausam aus.
An Liebe kann nicht sterben die treue Seele!
Wie Phönix (aus der Asche) wird auferstehn,
noch schöner, noch glücklicher, mein Glaube.