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A Night of Song Art and Opera

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Canto da Saudade (The song of longing)

On that dark winter afternoon

By leaving you, leaving you forever abandoned In my soul I felt a cold longing

More than longing and pain, oh beloved!

Youth, dreams Illusions, beliefs, loves

I said goodbye to everything

I said goodbye, goodbye

When I left you among flowers

You were so poor, modest and so small

But you were rich, rich in love and youth

Your life was serene

What a memory!

Oh yes, how much I miss you!

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Poem

Lana Turner has collapsed!

I was trotting along and suddenly

It started raining and snowing

And you said it was hailing

But hailing hits you on the head hard

So it was really snowing and raining

And I was in such a hurry

To meet you

But the traffic was acting exactly like the sky

And suddenly I see a headline

LANA TURNER HAS COLLAPSED!

There is no snow in Hollywood

There is no rain in California

I have been to lots of parties

And acted perfectly disgraceful

But I never actually collapsed

Oh Lana Turner we love you get up

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Amor (The child sat by the fire)

The child sat by the fire.

Cupid, Cupid,

And was blind;

With his little wings he fans

The flames and he smiles,

Fans and smiles, the crafty child!

Alas, the child has burnt his wing,

Cupid, Cupid,

Runs quickly!

‘Ah, how the flames hurt him!’

Beating his wings, he cries aloud,

Seeks refuge in the shepherdess’s lap,

Crying for help, the crafty child.

And the shepherdess helps the child

Cupid, Cupid,

Naughty and blind.

Look, shepherdess, your heart’s on fire,

Didn’t you recognize the child?

Look how quickly the flames spread.

Beware the crafty child!

Fans and smiles, the crafty child!

Kornblumen (Cornflowers)

Cornflowers are what I call those girls,

Those gentle girls with blue eyes,

Who simply and serenely impart

The dew of peace, which they draw

From their own pure souls,

To all those they approach,

Unaware of the jewels of feeling

They receive from the hand of Heaven:

You feel so at ease in their company,

As though you were walking through a cornfield,

Rippled by the breath of evening,

Full of devout peace and gentleness.

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Zdes Khorosho (How fair is the spot)

How fair this spot... Just look, there in the distance

The river is ablaze;

The meadows are like a radiant carpet,

And the clouds are white.

There is nobody here… here silence reigns…

Here I am alone with God.

And the flowers, and the old pine tree,

And you, my dream!…

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Les chemins de l’amour (The Paths of Love)

The paths that lead to the sea

Have retained from our passing

The flowers that shed their petals

And the echo beneath their trees

Of our clear laughter.

Alas! no trace of those happy days,

Those radiant joys now flown,

Can I find again

In my heart.

Paths of my love,

I search for you ceaselessly,

Lost paths, you are no more

And your echoes are muted.

Paths of despair,

Paths of memory,

Paths of our first day,

Divine paths of love.

If one day I must forget,

Since life obliterates everything,

I wish for my heart to remember one thing,

More vivid than the other love,

To remember the path

Where trembling and quite distracted,

I felt on me your passionate hands.

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Melodia Sentimental (Sentimental Melody)

Wake up, come see the moon

Who sleeps in the dark night

That glows so beautiful and white

Pouring sweetness

Burning my dream

The wings of the night that arise

Travel through deep space

Oh, sweet beloved, wake up

Come give your warmth to the moonlight

I wish you were mine

In the serene and calm hour

The shadow trusts the wind

The limit of waiting, when inside the night

Claim your love

Wake up, come look at the moon

That shines in the dark night

Dear, you’re beautiful and sweet

Feel my love and dream

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Les filles de Cadix (The girls of Cadiz)

We’d just left the bullfight,

Three boys, three girls,

The sun shone on the grass

And we danced a bolero

To the sound of castanets.

‘Tell me, neighbor,

Am I looking good,

And does my skirt

Suit me, this morning?

Have I a slender waist? . . .

Ah! Ah!

The girls of Cadiz are fond of that.’

And we were dancing a bolero

One sunday evening.

A hidalgo came towards us,

Glittering in gold, feather in cap,

And hand on hip:

‘If you want me,

Dark beauty with the sweet smile,

You’ve only to say so,

And these riches are yours.’

Go on your way, fine sir.

Ah! ah!

The girls of Cadiz don’t take to that.

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Chi il bel sogno di Doretta (Doretta’s beautiful dream)

Who could Doretta's beautiful dream

ever guess?

Her mystery how come it's never

how come it's never ending

Alas! One day a student

kissed her on the lips

and it was such a revelation:

It was passion!

Crazy love!

Crazy intoxication!

Canto da Saudade (The song of longing)

Poem

Amor (The child sat by the fire)

Kornblumen (Cornflowers)

Zdes Khorosho (How fair is the spot)

Les chemins de l’amour (The Paths of Love)

Melodia Sentimental (Sentimental Melody)

Les filles de Cadix (The girls of Cadiz)

Chi il bel sogno di Doretta (Doretta’s beautiful dream)

Estrellita (Little Star)

Serenata (serenade)

Ah! Tardai troppo… O luce di quest anima (oh light of this soul)

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