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- Editor: David Newman (submitted 2008-07-12). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 125 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Cross posting by Art Song Central.
- Editor: Pierre Gouin (submitted 2006-03-29). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 119 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright © Les Éditions Outremontaises, 2006
General Information
Title: ''Le Colibri, Op. 2, No. 7
Composer: Ernest Chausson
Lyricist: Leconte de Lisle (1818-1894)
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Chanson
Language: French
Instruments: Piano
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Original text and translations
French text
- Le vert colibri, le roi des collines,
- Voyant la rosée et le soleil clair,
- Luire dans son nid tissé d’herbes fines,
- Comme un frais rayon s’échappe dans l’air.
- Il se hâte et vole aux sources voisines,
- Où les bambous font le bruit de la mer,
- Où l’açoka rouge aux odeurs divines
- S’ouvre et porte au cœur un humide éclair.
- Vers la fleur dorée, il descend, se pose,
- Et boit tant d’amour dans la coupe rose,
- Qu’il meurt, ne sachant s’il l’a pu tarir!
- Sur ta lèvre pure, ô ma bien-aimée,
- Telle aussi mon âme eut voulu mourir,
- Du premier baiser qui l’a parfumée.