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Discussion in 'Random Ramblings' started by EweSheep, Sep 8, 2010.
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I can not understand French.............
Anyone can translate?
It is so beautiful!
Well, if you can get the name of it, then you can maybe find the lyrics for it, and those you can plug into Google Language Tools.
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So hard to lip read French LOL! I am not the greatest lip reader on foreign languages...so it is a challenge for me to see where he starts so I can follow the lyrics and every candanza.
I haven't watched it, yet, but I searched it on YouTube. This isn't it, but there's a duet from The Pearl Fishers (the same opera) that's one of my mother (trained opera singer)'s favorite opera pieces. It makes me cry when I hear it.
Here's the French libretto of your song:
À cette voix quel trouble agitait tout mon être?
Quel fol espoir? Comment ai-je cru reconnaître?
Hélas! devant mes yeux déjà, pauvre insensé,
La même vision tant de fois a passé!
Non, non, c'est le remords, la fièvre, la délire!
Zurga doit tout savoir, j'aurais tout lui dire!
Parjure à mon serment, j'ai voulu la revoir!
J'ai decouvert sa trace, et j'ai suivi ses pas!
Et caché dans la nuit et soupirant tout bas,
J'écoutais ses doux chants emportés dans l'espace.
Je crois entendre encore,
Caché sous les palmiers,
Sa voix tendre et sonore
Comme un chant de ramier!
O nuit enchanteresse!
O souvenir charmant!
Folle ivresse! doux rêve!
Aux clartés des étoiles,
Je crois encore la voir,
Entr'ouvrir ses longs voiles
Aux vents tièdes du soir!
O nuit enchanteresse! etc
And here it is, in English:
What a turmoil within my whole being, at the sound of her voice!
What mad hope is this! How could I think I had recognized?...
Alas, before my poor insane eyes, already,
this same vision has too often floated by.
No, no, this is remorse, fever, madness!
Zurga must know everything! I should have told him all!
Breaking my troth, I tried to see her again;
I discovered her trail and I followed her;
hidden in the night and sighing under my breath,
I listened to her sweet chants borne away into space...
I think I can still hear,
hidden under the palm-trees,
her tender and sonorous voice
singing like a dove's.
O bewitching night,
O delightful memory,
mad elation, sweet dream!
Under the light of the stars
I can almost see her
slightly opening her long veils
to the tepid evening breeze.
O bewitching night, etc.
Edited to add: I love Google.
Beautiful song. Opera can do amazing things. Best medicine in the world.
Of all the things I don't expect on a chicken forum, opera is one of them. I have been to the NYC Metropolitan Opera countless times and never fully appreciated it. Thank you for reminding me of the beauty of the brainly cultivated world.
This is the song I was talking about earlier:
I never had that opporunity to see the MET or anything like that except our local opera company that comes to town once in a while at the University here. I loved it! My ears were ringing for three days after the concert! But I was a very happy clam!
And I am fortunate to have a good friend of ours, he is an opera singer as well in Chicago.