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Berlioz Les Nuits d'Été Op.7 Absence Veronique Gens

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Uploaded by on Oct 24, 2008

From the Wigmore Hall, London
Oct 13, 2008
Veronique Gens (soprano)
Jeff Cohen (piano)

Berlioz Les Nuits d'Été Op.7 Absence

Come back, come back, my dearest love!
Like a flower far from the sun,
The flower of my life has drooped,
removed from the charm of your smile.

Between our hearts how long a distance!
What a wide space our kisses divide!
O bitter fate! O cruel absence!
O longing vain, unsatisfied!

To that far land where dwells my love,
Alas! if I could only go!
If wings were tied to my body,
As to my soul, then I would fly!

Far away, above the green hill tops,
The lofty mountains with peaks of blue,
The meadows gay, the babbling rivers,
With quick, sure wing I'd take my flight!

The body can't keep up with thought!
With me the spirit goes ahead,
Just like a poor dove that is wounded
And lights on the roof of his cot.

And say, my soul, to my sweetheart:
O my own dove! fly with all swiftness,
Back to the nest hallowed with love!
You know well that he counts the days!


Reviens, reviens, ma bien-aimée,
Comme une fleur loin du soleil,
La fleur de ma vie est fermée,
Loin de ton sourire vermeil.

Entre nos coeurs [tant de]1 distance;
Tant d'espace entre nos baisers!
Ô sort amer! Ô dure absence!
Ô grands désirs inapaisés!

D'ici là-bas que de campagnes,
Que de villes et de hameaux,
Que de vallons et de montagnes,
A lasser le pied des chevaux!

Au pays qui me prend ma belle,
Hélas! Si je pouvais aller;
Et si mon corps avait une aile
Comme mon âme pour voler!

Par-dessus nos vertes collines,
Les montagnes au front d'azur,
Les champs rayés et les ravines,
J'irais d'un vol rapide et sûr.

Le corps ne suit pas la pensée;
Pour moi, mon âme, va tout droit,
Comme une colombe blessée,
T'abattre au rebord de son toit.

Descends dans sa gorge divine,
Blonde et fauve comme de l'or,
Douce comme un duvet d'hermine,
Sa gorge, mon royal trésor;

Et dis, mon âme, à cette belle:
["Tu sais bien qu'il compte les jours!"]2
Ô ma colombe! à tire d'aile,
Retourne au nid de nos amours."

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  • beautiful rendition

  • Very good musicians! Beautiful!

  • beautiful Voice!

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