My Secret Passion: The Arias Songs and Lyrics

My Secret Passion: The Arias

1. Pourquoi Me Réveiller? (from Massenet's Werther)
2. Nessun Dorma! (from Puccini's Turandot)
3. Una Furtiva Lagrima (from Donizetti's l'Elisir d'Amore)
4. M'Appari (from Flotow's Martha)
5. Che Gelida Manina (from Puccini's LA Bohème)
6. O Soave Fanciulla (from Puccini's LA Bohème)
7. Vesti la Giubba (from Leoncavallo's I Pagliacci)
8. E Lucevan le Stelle (from Puccini's Tosca)
9. Recondita Armonia (from Puccini's Tosca)
10. É la Solita Storia (from Cilea's l'Arlesiana)
11. Celeste Aïda (from Verdi's Aida)

1. Pourquoi Me Réveiller?

(Why do you wake me now?)

Pourquoi me reveiller, o souffle du printemos?
Sur mon front je sens tes caresses.
Et pourtant bien proche est le temps
Des orages et des tristesses.
Demain, dans le vallon,
Se souvenant de ma gloire premiere,
Et ses yeux vainement chercheront ma splendeur:
Ils ne trouveront plus que deuil et que misere!
Helas! Pourquoi me reveiller, o souffle du printemps?


Werther is madly in love with Charlotte, his
friends wife. To forget her, he has run away. But
when he returns, he finds he is more in love than
ever. Werther recites a favorite poem for
Charlotte, and at last realizes that fatal truth:
Charlotte can never return his love.

Why do you wake me now, o sweetest breath of spring?
On my brow I sense your most gentle caress,
yet how soon creeps on the time.
filled with tempests and with distress!
Tomorrow through the vale, the traveler will pass,
recalling all of the glory of the past.
And in vain he will search for the bloom of my youth,
and nothing will he find but deep pain and endless sorrow.
Alas! Why do you wake me now, o sweetest breath of spring!

2. Nessun Dorma!

(No one's sleeping!)

Nessun Dorma! Nessun Dorma!
Tu pure, o Principessa,
nella tua freda stanza
guardi le stelle che tremano d'amore
e di speranza!
Ma il mio mistero e chiusoin me,
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo diro
quando la luce splendera!
Ed il mio bacio sciogliera il silenzio
che ti fa mia!
Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincero!
Vincero! Vincero!

Only the man who answers her riddles can marry the icy princess Turandot;
those who fail die.
Calaf, a prince from another land,
has fallen in love with the beautiful Turandot and answered the riddles.
Though by law she must marry him,
Turandot pleads to be spared:
only if she answers his riddles-his name.

No one's sleeping! No one's sleeping!
This evening, icy princess
perhaps in your cold chambers,
watch all the bright stars
that tremble both with loving
and with desire
I keep my secret locked inside.
No one shall ever know my name!
No, no! When our two mouths
touch, she'll learn it,
when the morning light shines forth!
And then my kisses will dissolve
her silence and she will be mine!
May this night end! May all the stars set!
And may all the stars set!
When dawn breaks, I shall win!

3. Una Furtiva Lagrima

(from Donizetti's "L'Elisir D'Amore")

[Nemorino is in love with a wealthy girl, but she says she isn't interested in poor boys like him. Desperate, he buys a "love potion" that only turns out to be cheap red wine. And yet, Nemorino believes the "elixir" will work. When he sees her cry, he knows she has fallen for him at last.]

Una furtiva lagrima
Negli occhi suoi spunto:
Quelle festose giovani
Invidiar sembro.
Che piu ceracando io vo?
M'ama, lo vedo.

Un solo instante i palpiti
Del suo bel cor sentir!
I miei sospir, confondere
Per poco a' suoi sospir!
Cielo, si puo morir!
Di piu non chiedo.


One Tear That Falls So Furtively

One tear that falls so furtively
from her sweet eyes has just sprung,
as if she envied all the youths
who laughingly passed her right by.
What could I want more than this?
She loves me! I see it.

One moment just to hear her heart,
beating so close next to mine,
to hear my sighs like they were hers,
her sighings as if they were mine!
Heavens, please take me now:
All that I wanted is mine now!

4. M'Appari

(from Flotow's "Martha")

[Lady Harriet and her maid Nancy, disguised as peasants called Martha and Julia, have unwittingly bound themselves for a year's service to Lionel and Plunket, two local farmers. The women soon escape, and though time passes, Lionel cannot get Martha out of his mind.]

M'appari tutt' amor,
il mio sguardo l'incontro;
bella si che il mio cor,
ansioso a lei volo;
mi feri, m'invaghi
quell' angelica belta,
sculta in cor dall'amor
cancellarsi non potra:
il pensier di poter
palpitar con lei d'amor,
puo sopir il martir
che m'affana e stranzia il cor.
M'appari tutt'amor,
il mio sguardo l'incontro;
bella si cheil mio cor
ansioso a lei volo;
Marta, Marta tu sparisti
e il mio corcol tuo n'ando!
Tu la pace mi rapisti,
di dolor io moriro.


She Appeared To Me

She appeared to me, purest of love.
I discovered with my eyes this vision of delight.
Lovely was she, that my hungry heart,
in a snap, to her did fly.
I was hurt, I was charmed
by that beauty from above.
Love is etched in my heart,
and cannot now be erased.
The mere thought that our hearts
with sweet love might beat as one
is enough to forget all the sorrow
that fills my heart.
She appeared to me, purest of love.
I discovered with my eyes this vision of delight.
Lovely was she, that my hungry heart,
In a snap to her did fly.
Marta, Marta, you have left me,
and my heart with yours has vanished.
Peace and quiet, gone now forever, I will surely die of pain.

5. Che Gelida Manina

(from Puccini's "La Boheme")

[It is christmas eve on Paris' left bank. Rodolpho is at home writing when a stranger knocks at the door. It is Mimi, a neighbor, who needs to borrow a match to relight her candle. Mimi is barely out the door, when she realizes she has lost her key. As they search for it, Rodolpho's hand falls upon hers.]

Che gelida manina!
Se la lasci riscaldar.
Cercar che giova?
Al buio non si trova.
Ma per fortuna
e una notte di luna,
e qui la luna l'abbiamo vicina.
Aspetti, signorina,
le diro con due parole chi son,
chi son, e che faccio, come vivo,

Chi son? Chi son? son un poeta.
Che cosa faccio? Scrivo.
E come vivo? Vivo.
In poverta mia lieta
scialo da gran signore
rimi ed inni d'amore,
Per sogni e per chimere
e per castelli in aria
l'anima ho milionaria.
Talor del mio forziere
ruban tutti i gioelli
due ladri:gli occhi belli.
V'entrar con voi pur ora
ed i miei sogni usati,
ed i bei sogni miei
tosto si dileguar!
Ma il furto non m'accora
poiche,poiche v'ha preso stanza
la speranza.
Or che mi conoscete
parlate voi. Deh parlate.
Chi siete? Vi piaccia dir?


How Cold Your Little Hand Is

How cold your little hand is!
Will you let me warm it for you?
Why bother looking?
It's dark, and we won't find it.
It's our good luck though,
this night's filled with moonlight,
up here the moonlight could rest on our shoulders.
Please wait, my dear young lady,
and I will quickly tell you who stands before you, and
what I do, how I make my living.
May I?

Who am I? What am I? I am a poet.
What keeps me busy? Writing!
And what do I live on? Nothing!
In poverty I'm cheerful,
I am a prince who squanders
arias and couplets of longing.
And as for hopes and dreams of love
and castles-in-the-air, Miss-
I am a millionaire!
My fortress could be broken in,
robbed clean of the fine jewels I store-
if the thieves were eyes like yours.
And now that I have seen you,
all of my lovely dreaming,
all of the sweetest dreams I've dreamt,
quickly have slipped away.
This theft does not upset me,
because such treasures mean nothing
now that I'm rich with sweet hope!
And now that you have met me,
I ask you please,
Tell me, lady, who you are, I ask you please!

6. O Soave Fanciulla

(from Puccini's "La Boheme")

[Mimi and Rodolfo are getting acquainted fast. Outside, Rodolfo's friends call him to join them. He would rather stay with Mimi, but she shyly suggests they all go out together. "Tell me you love me," he pleads. She hold back, at first, but as this duet ends, they sing together for the first time and their first word is "Love."]

O soave fanciulla, o dolce viso
di mite circonfuso alba lunar,
in te ravviso il sogno
ch'io vorrei sempre sognar!

(Ah, tu sol comandi, amor!)

Fremon nell'anima
dolcezze esteme, (ecc)
Nel baccio freme amor!

(Oh come dolci scendono
le sue lusinghe al cor...
Tu sol comandi, amor!)

M: No per pieta!

R: Sei mia!

M: V'asepttan gli amici...

R: Gia mi mandi via?

M: Vorrei dir... ma non osso.

M: Se venissi con voi?

R: Che? Mimi!
Sarebbe cosi dolce restar qui.
C'e freddo fuori.

M: Vi staro vicina!

R: E al ritorno?

M: Curioso!

R: Dammi il braccio, o mia piccina...

M: Obbedisco, signor!

R: Che m'ami...di...

M: lo t'amo.

Rodolfo E Mimi:
Amor! Amor! Amor!


Oh Sweet Little Lady

Oh! sweet little lady! Oh sweetest vision,
with moonlight bathing your pretty face!
The dream that I see in you
is the dream I'll always dream!

(Oh, you rule alone, Love!)

Deep in my soul trembles
the deepest of passions, etc.
Our kisses shudder with love!

(How gently now his words of praise
make their way into my heart...
You rule alone, oh love!)

M: No, I beg you!

R: You're mine now!

M: Your friends are still waiting.

R: So soon must I leave you?

M: I would like...I can't say it...

R: Speak!

M: What if I went along?

R: What? Mimi!
How sweet instead to stay behind here.
It's freezing outside.

M: I'd be right beside you!

R: What about later?

M: Who knows, sir?

R: Take my arm, my dear young lady...

M: As you say, my dear sir...

R: Do you love me, say!

M: I certainly do.

Rodolfo & Mimi:
Love! Love! Love!

7. Vesti la Giubba
(from Leoncavallo's "I Pagliacci")

[Canio, and his wife, and their troupe perform adulterous comedies in their travelling shows. This time, though, life imitates art. Canio has just been warned that Nedda is in the arms of another man. When Canio arrives, the man is gone. "Tell me his name!" He threatens. Just at that moment, they announce, "It's show time!"]

Recitar!...mentre preso dal delirio
non so piu quel che dico e quel che faccio!
Eppur...e d'uopa...sforzati!
Bah, se tu forse un uom?
Tu se' Pagliaccio!
Vesti la giubba e la faccia infarina.
La gente paga e rider vuole qua.
E se Arlecchin t'invola Colombina,
ridi, Pagliaccio...e ognun applaudira!
Tramuta in lazzi lo spasmo ed il pianto;
in una smorfia il singhiozzo e'l dolor...
Ridi Pagliaccio, sul tuo amore infranto!
Ridi del duol che t'avvelena il cor!


On With The Show

Go on stage, while I'm nearly delirious?
I don't know what I'm saying or what I'm doing!
And yet, chin up! I'll try harder.
Bah, you think you're a man?
You're just a clown!
On with the show, man, and put on your white-face.
The people pay you and you must make them laugh.
And if Harlequin should steal your Columbine,
laugh, you're Pagliaccio, and the world will clap for you!
Turn into banter all your pain and sorrow,
and with your clown's face hide grief and distress...
Laugh loud, Pagliaccio, forget all your troubles,
Laugh off the pain that so empoisons your heart.

8. E Lucevan le Stelle

(from Pucinni's "Tosca")

[The painter Cavaradossi has been sentenced to death for helping to hide an escaped political prisoner. As he awaits his fate, he sings of the sweet memories of his beloved Tosca and his dashed dreams.]

E lucevan le stelle,
e olezzava le terra
stridea l'uscio dell'orto
e un passo sfiorava la rena.
Entrava ella, fragrante,
mi cadea fra le braccia.
Oh! dolci baci, o languide carezze,
mentr'io fremente
le belle forme discogliea dai veli!
Svani per sempre il sogno mio d'amore...
L'ora e fuggita
e muoio disperato!
E non ho amato mai tanto la vita!


How The Stars Seemed To Shimmer

How the stars seem to shimmer,
the sweet scents of the garden,
how the creaking gate whispered,
and a footstep skimmed over the sand,
how she then entered, so fragrant,
and then fell into my two arms!
Ah sweetest of kiss, languorous caresses,
While I stood trembling,
searching her features concealed by her mantle.
My dreams of pure love, forgotten forever!
All of it's gone now!
I die hopeless, despairing,
And never before have I loved like this!

9. Recondita Armonia

(from Puccini's "Tosca")

[Cavaradossi is working on a portrait of the Madonna for the church of St. Andrea. Thought the painting closely resembles a beautiful parishioner there, Cavaradossi explains that it is a combination of that woman. Whom he does not know, and his own dark-haired, dark-eyed lover Floria Tosca.]

Recondita armonia
di belleze diverse!...E bruna Floria,
l'ardente amante mia.
E te, beltade ignota, cinta di chiome bionde!
Tu azzuro hai l'occhio, Tosca ha l'occhio nero!
L'arte nel suo mistero
le diverse belleze insiem confonde:
ma nel ritrar costei
il mio solo pensiero,
ah! il mio solo pensier, sei tu,
Tosca, sei tu!


What Strange And Lovely Harmony

What strange and lovely harmony
of such different beauties! How dark is Floria,
this ardent love of mine.
And you, mysterious beauty, long blonde and flowing tresses,
how your eyes are sky blue, Tosca's eyes are black-night.
Art, too, with it's many mysteries,
blends all together such different beauties.
But though I paint another,
my only thought is you,
oh, my only thought is you,
Tosca, is you, is you!

10. É la Solita Storia

(from Cilea's "L'Arlesiana")

[Federico loves a girl of ill repute, so his family arranges a marriage with a childhood sweetheart. The heart-broken lad compares his sad adventure to the well known tale of a shepherd boy. He knows he will never foreget his one true love.]

E la solita storia del pastore...
Il povero ragazzo voleva raccontarla
e s'addormi.
C'e nel sonno l'oblio.
Come l'invidio!
Anch'io vorrei dormir cosi,
nel sonno almen l'oblio trovar!
La pace sol cercando io vo'.
Vorrei poter tutto scordar!
Ma ogni sforzo e vano.
Davanti ho sempre
di lei il dolce sembiante.
La pace tolta E solo a me.
Perche degg'io tanto penar?
Lei! sempre lei mi parla ancor!
Fatale vision, mi lascia!
Mi fai tanto male,


It's That Familiar Tale

It's that familiar tale you've heard of the shepherd...
That penniless young man, attempting to retell it,
fell sound asleep.
In such slumber there's oblivion.
How I've envied him!
Like him, I would sleep all of my days-
at least if I slept, I might forget!
I seek only peace, it's all I need!
Forget it all, never recall!
Yet all is futile effort,
before me will always be
that sweet face of hers, alas!
My peace and my quiet, forever gone!
Why must I suffer so, oh why?
She, always she, speaks again to me!
Vision so fatal, please vanish!
How you have harmed me!

11. Celeste Aïda

(from Verdi's "Aida")

[The ethiopians have been defeated in battle. Aida, their princess, has been enslaved by the victorious egyptians, though her identity is not known to them. The egyptian general Radames falls in love with the beautiful Aida and dreams of setting her upon a throne.]

Celeste aida, forma divina,
Mistico serto di luce e fior,
Del mio pensiero tu sei regina,
Tu di mia vita sei lo splendor.
Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti,
Le dolci brezze del patrio suol;
Un regal serto sul crin posarti,
Ergerti un trono vicino al sol, ah!


Heavenly Aida

Heavenly Aida, goddess of beauty,
Garland of flowers and of bright light.
You are the ruler of all my thoughts,
You are the splendor of my whole life.
I'll bring you back, yes, to your lovely skies,
To the soft breezes of your native land.
I'll place a royal wreath upon your crown,
And build you a throne close to the sun!


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