Текст песни Maria Callas - Puccini , Tosca - Non La Sospiri, La Nostra Casetta
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Non la sospiri, la nostra casetta che tutta ascosa nel verde ci aspetta? Nido a noi sacro, ignoto al mondo inter, pien d’amore e di mister? Al tuo fianco sentire per le silenziose stellate ombre, salir le voci delle cose! Dai boschi e dai roveti, dall’arse erbe, dall’imo dei franti sepolcreti odorosi di timo, la notte escon bisbigli di minuscoli amori e perfidi consigli che ammolliscono i cuori. Fiorite, o campi immensi, palpitate, aure marine, nel lunare albor. Ah... piovete voluttà, volte stellate! Arde in Tosca un folle amor! Do you not long for our little house that is waiting for us, hidden in the grove? Our refuge, sacred to us and unseen by the world, protected with love and mystery? Oh, at your side to listen there to the voices of the night as they rise through the starlit, shadowed silences: from the woods and from the thickets and the dry grass, from the depths of shattered tombs scented with thyme, the night murmurs its thousand loves and false counsels to soften and seduce the heart. Oh wide fields, blossom! And sea winds throb in the moon’s radiance, ah, rain down desire, you vaulted stars! Tosca burns with a mad love! Смотрите также:
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Not the sighs , our cottage
that all Ascosa greenery awaits us?
Nest sacred to us , unseen by the world ,
full of love and mystery?
To hear your side
for the silent
stellate shadows , salir
the voices of things!
By the woods and thickets ,
dall'arse herbs, IMO
franti of burial
redolent of thyme,
night whispers escon
thousand loves
and perfidious counsels
that soften hearts.
Flowering , or vast fields , palpitate ,
sea breezes , the lunar aurora .
Ah ... piovete pleasure, starry times !
Tosca burns in a mad love!
Do you not long for our little house
That is waiting for us , hidden in the grove ?
Our refuge , sacred to us and unseen by the world ,
protected with love and mystery ?
Oh, there at your side to listen
to the voices of the night
as they rise through the starlit ,
shadowed silences :
from the woods and thickets from the
and the dry grass , from the depths
of shattered tombs
scented with thyme ,
the night murmurs
ITS thousand loves
and false counsels
to soften and seduce the heart.
Oh wide fields , blossom ! Winds and sea
throb in the moon 's radiance , ah,
rain down desire , you vaulted stars!
Tosca burns with a mad love!
