Tanta beltad'è in voi (Costanzo Festa)

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General Information

Title: Tanta beltad'è in voi
Composer: Costanzo Festa

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SSA

Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

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Italian text Tanta beltad'è in voi e leggiadria che per la rimembranza null'altro che'l morir per lei m'avanza ché qualor gli occhi giro verso di voi madonn'un tant'ardore in me s'accend'in mod'una tal fiamma che tutt'a dramma dramma in poco spacio e'n un breve sospiro m'infiamma l'alma el corp'i sens'el core che sempr'a tutte l'ore si strugge'l cor in sì dolce languire e morir brama e morir brama e non puote morire e non puote morire.

English translation So much beauty is in you, and loveliness That for its remembrance Nothing remains to me, but dying Because when I turn my eyes to you Milady, such a fire in me Lightens, with such a flame, That, piece by piece In little space and in a brief breath Sets in flames my soul, my body, my senses and my heart That always, any time, My heart pines in such a sweet languishing And wishes to die, wishes to die And cannot die, cannot die.