Ottorino Respighi: Sopra un'aria antica (liriche: Gabriele d'Annunzio), melodia basata su un'aria antica di Cesti ("Intorno all'idol mio").
CONCERTO DEI VINCITORI di Concorso Internationale "Elsa Respighi"
Sala Maffeiana, Accademia Filarmonica di Verona
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ON AN OLD SONG
Are there not arising (listen, listen)
our words
From that old song?
I have unearthed you.
And at last you see the sun again.
Speak to me, O Friend!
These are the words you spoke.
Don't you hear, Don't you hear?
But who gathered them?
From the riverbeds carved from wood
your expressions arise,
to be scattered by the wind.
You said: "I read you in your heart.
You don't love me.
You think this is the last time!"
I see again your mouth a little withered.
"You don't love me. It is the last time.
But, before you abbandon me,
the vow will be fulfilled.
Oh, may you miss me in your heart!
You will forgive me if on my kissed temple
the hair is white?
Look at that hair, on that pale neck,
the signs of the years;
and I said to you "Be quiet! I love you"
Your eyes were full of tears
under my kisses.
"You deceive me, you deceive me,"
you answered, kissing my hands.
"What does it matter? I know you deceive me;
but maybe tomorrow you'll love me if I'm dead."
Deep was the canopy of the bed;
and the deep bed, like the tomb, dark.
The body was without a veil;
and in the deep bed it seemed already impure.
I saw through the open balcony a distand land
furrowed by a meandering stream,
enclosed by a wreath of rocks
that burned brightly with a red light,
in the summer day; and the winds brought scents
from the distant gardens
around which were walking powerful women
singing amid the covetous flowers.

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