Sì come crescon (Claudio Monteverdi)

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  • CPDL #11103:       
Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2006-02-27).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 16 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Sì come crescon
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SSA

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

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Original text and translations

Italian.png 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.png 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.