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- CPDL #17785:
- Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-08-02). Score information: Letter, 8 pages, 448 kB Copyright: Public Domain
- Edition notes: Cross posting by Art Song Central. Both Italian and English lyrics - English lyrics by J. Wrey Mould - Edition in A Flat Major.
General Information
Title: Aprile
Composer: Francesco Paolo Tosti
Lyricist: Rocco Emanuele Pagliaracreate page (1856-1914)
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: Italian
Instruments: Piano
Published: by Francesco Paolo Tosti (1846-1916), "Aprile"
External websites:
- Entry at Wikipedia for this composer.
- Entry for this song at "Art Song Central".
- Entry at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page".
- English translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page".
Original text and translations
Italian text
Non senti tu ne l’aria
il profumo che spande Primavera?
Non senti tu ne l’anima
il suon de nova voce lusinghiera?
È l’April! È la stagion d’amore!
Deh! vieni, o mia gentil su’ prati’n fiore!
Il piè trarrai fra mammole,
avrai su’l petto rose e cilestrine,
e le farfalle candide
t’aleggeranno intorno al nero crine.
È l’April! È la stagion d’amore!
Deh! vieni, o mia gentil su’ prati’n fiore!