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- Editor: Adriano Secco (submitted 2005-12-11). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 149 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
- CPDL #04318: {{{4}}}
- Editor: Tullio Visioli (submitted 2002-12-07). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 160 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Tu scendi dalle stelle
Composer: Alfonso Maria de' Liguori
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
Published:
Description:
External websites:
- http://www.adrianoseccomusic.it
- http://www.mamalisa.com/blog/?p=136
- http://lyricsplayground.com/alpha/songs/xmas/tuscendidallestelle.shtml
Original text and translations
Italian text
- 1.
- Tu scendi dalle stelle, o Re del cielo
- E vieni in una grotta al freddo, al gelo
- O bambino, mio divino, io ti vedo qui
- a tremar,
- O Dio beato,
- Ah! quanto ti costò l'avermi amato!
- Ah! quanto ti costò l'avermi amato!
- 2.
- A Te che sei del mondo il Creatore
- Mancano panni e fuoco, o mio Signore.
- Caro eletto, pargoletto, quanto questa povertà
- Più m'innamora,
- Giacché ti fece Amor povero ancora.
- Giacché ti fece Amor povero ancora.
English translation
- 1.
- You descend from the stars, oh King of Heaven
- And come in a cave, with cold and chill
- Oh my divine child, I see you here shivering
- Oh blessed God
- How much costed you to love me!
- 2.
- You, the Creator of the World,
- Miss dresses and fire, my Lord.
- Dearest elected child, how this poverty
- Makes me love you more,
- Because Love made you poor for us.