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- CPDL #11103: NoteWorthy Composer
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-02-27). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 16 kB Copyright: Personal
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- Editor: Bettina Blokland (submitted 2003-11-06). Score information: A4, 2 pages Copyright: Personal
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- CPDL #03826: Noteworthy Composer
- Editor: Marco-cipoo.net (submitted 2002-07-11). Score information: A4, 1 page, 20 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Listed alphabetically by composer. Noteworthy Composer file zipped.
General Information
Title: Sì come crescon
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi
Number of voices: 3vv Voicing: SSA
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
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Description:
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Si come crescon alla terra i fiori
Così a voi la bellezza o mio tesoro
E a me'l foco ond'io mi struggo e moro.
Si come or cresce agli augelli il canto
Così a voi la virtude o mia speranza
E a me un dolor tal ch'ogn'altro avanza.
Ma si come tra fronde e fior, e canti
Cangiansi in frutti, così in gran pietade
Cangiate ancor voi donna la beltade.
English translation
Like the flowers grow on the ground
Alike grows beauty on you, my darling
And alike on me the fire from which I pine away and die.
Like now the song of birds grows
Alike in you grows virtue, my hope
And in me such a pain that goes over every other.
But alike in the foliage the flowers and songs
Change into fruits, alike into great pity
You change your beauty again, woman.