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- Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2012-10-22). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 24 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Alma fugace
Composer: Johannes Hieronymus Kapsberger
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: S
Genre: Secular, Lute song
Language: Italian
Instruments: Basso continuo
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Alma fugace, alma ch'Amor non cura,
do penne armato e col suo stral' non punge.
Questo pallitto aspetto,
mira non per pietam'a perdiletto.
Vedi di morte i languidi sembianti,
odi le voci, odi sospiri tremanti.
Sospir nunzi funesti,
dell' alma ch'al partir par che s'appresti.
Se lieta fusti a' miei duri tormenti,
vedrai più lieta questi lumi spenti.
Quest'infelici lumi,
di lagrime d'amor fontan'e fumi.
Alma sdegnosa, occhi crudeli e feri,
itine lieti o gloriosi arcieri.
De le spoglie d'un core,
d'un cor che pur v'onora e pur si more.
Bellezza ingiusta, O cor troppo crudele,
O pianti, O preghi, o sparte invan querele.
Ecco ch'è pur fornita,
guerra si lunga e si penosa vita.