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O primavera, gioventù de l'anno (Claudio Monteverdi)

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General Information

Title: O primavera giovantù de l'anno
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi
Lyricist: Battista Guarini

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: Basso per l'organo
Published: Il Terzo Libro de' Madrigali (1592)

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

O primavera, gioventù de l’anno,
bella madre de’ fiori,
d’erbe novelle e di novelli amori,
tu ben, lasso, ritorni,
ma senza i cari giorni
de le speranze mie.
Tu ben sei quella
ch’eri pur dianzi, sì vezzosa e bella;
ma non son io quel che già un tempo fui,
sì caro a gli occhi altrui.

English.png English translation

O Spring, youth of the year,
beautiful mother of flowers,
of fresh herbs and new loves;
You are, alas, returned,
but without the dear days
of my hope.
You are as you were before, so charming and beautiful,
but I am not as I was in past times,
so dear in the eyes of others.

German.png German translation
Übersetzung: Peter Rottländer

O Frühling, Jugend des Jahres,
Schöne Mutter der Blumen,
Neuer Kräuter und neuer Liebe,
Du, ach, kehrst zurück,
Aber ohne die holden Tage
Meiner Hoffnung.
Du bist wohl so anmutig und schön,
Wie du warst;
Aber ich bin nicht wie einst,
so teuer dem anderen Auge.

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