STEFANO DONAUDY: Spirate Pur, Spirate
Breathe, still breathe around my beloved,
Little breezes, and find out
If she holds me in her heart,
If she holds me in her heart.
Find out, blessed breezes,
Breezes light and blessed.
STEFANO DONAUDY: Sorge il Sol
The sun is coming up! What are you doing?
What are you doing up there?
If you are sleeping, wake up: it is spring!
If you are awake, get up: come to rejoice.
The sun is coming up! What are you doing?
What are you doing up there?
The time has come to run again
Through fields shining with a thousand colors;
To send forth songs, to gather flowers,
To drink along the brooks, to have in your
heart
The joys of love!
The sun is coming up! What are you doing?
Come to rejoice…
Since, if you don't come,
The flowers won't bloom!
JOHANNES BRAHMS: Vergebliches Ständchen
Good evening, my sweetheart,
good evening, my child!
I come because I love you;
ah! open up your door for me,
open up your door!
My door’s locked,
I won’t let you in;
mother gave me good advice—
if you were allowed in,
all would be over with me!
The night’s so cold,
the wind’s so icy,
my heart is freezing,
my love will be extinguished.
Open up, my child!
If your love goes out,
then let it go out!
If it keeps going out,
then go home to bed and go to sleep!
Goodnight, my lad!
JOHANN STRAUSS II: “Chacun à son goût” from Die Fledermaus
I like to invite my guests. One lives with me quite fine, we enjoy talking, as one might often until daylight. Although I am always bored here, what drives you and also speaks.
However, what I as host allow myself liberty, I give no patience with that in guests!
And should I see any of my guests looking bored, someone here with me in my home, so I pack their things quite openly, and throw them out the door. And you wonder and ask me why do I do this? Because for me, this is simply my custom. To each his own taste!
When I sit with others and drink wine and empty one bottle after another, everybody with me needs to be thirsty, otherwise I will become very offensive. And give glass after glass to me, patience I have not for contradiction. I cannot stand when they scream: I did not want to, I've had enough!
Who cannot keep up with my drinking adorns himself like an ineffectual person. I throw, quite unabashedly, the bottle at his head. And you wonder and ask me why do I do this? Because for me, this is simply my custom. To each his own taste!
FERNANDO OBRADORS: Con Amores
With love, mother,
With love, I fell asleep;
While sleeping, I dreamed
What was waking in my heart,
Your love consoled me
More than I should deserve.
I was lulled to sleep through the favor
Of your love, given to me lovingly;
I was allowed to relax from my pain
Through faith which supports me
Due to your love, mother,
With loving, I fell asleep!
BLAS GALINDO: Arrullo
Sleep my girl,
That the moon won't take long:
And it will bring you a blue star.
A rattle, a rattle.
May it shine in your hands and may music sparkle.
And for your dreams, all the desires of this world of chimeras,
From which we never want to return.
Sleep my girl,
That the moon doesn't take long:
And in its clarity it will shelter you.
Go to sleep, cute button.
Sleep my girl,
that watching you in your crib
my love will remain.
