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Coquetterie Posthume from the Vasnier Songbook by Claude Debussy - Nicole Yazolino, soprano

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Coquetterie Posthume

Quand je mourrai, que l'on ne mette,
Avant que de clouer mon cercueil.
Un peu de rouge à la pommette
Un peu de noir au bord de l'oeil.

Car je veux, dans ma bière close,
Comme le soir de son aveu
Rester éternellement rose
Avec du kohl sous mon oeuil bleu.

Posez-moi sans jaune immortelle,
Sans cousin de larmes brodé.
Sur mon oreiller de dentelle
De ma chevelure innondé.

Cet oreiller, dans les nuits folle,
A vu dormir nos fronts unis
Et sous le drap noir des gondolas
Compté nos baisers infinis.

Entre mes mains de cire pale,
Que la prière réunit
Tournez ce chapelet d'opale
Par le pape à Rome bènit.

Je l'égrènerai dans la couche
D'où nul encor ne s'est levé.
Sa bouche en a dit sur ma bouche
Chaque Pater et chaque Avè.

Quand je mourrai, que l'on ne mette,
Avant que de clouer mon cercueil.
Un peu de rouge à la pommette
Un peu de noir au bord de l'oeil.

Posthumous coquetry

When I die, one must place
Before nailing down my coffin,
A little rouge on my cheekbone,
A little black line around my eye.

Because I want, in my closed casket,
Like the evening of his confession,
To stay eternally rosy,
With coal black on my blue eyes.

Pose me without the yellow of immorality,
Without a pillow embroidered with tears.
On my lace pillow
Flowing with my tresses.

That pillow, in crazy nights,
Has seen our brows sleeping together
And on the black bulging shroud,
Count our infinite kisses.

Between my pale waxed hands
Reunited in prayer,
Wind the opal rosary,
Blessed by the Roman Pope.

I will unstring it in the bed,
From which nothing again rises.
His mouth will place on my mouth,
Every Pater Noster and Ave Maria.

When I die, one must place
Before nailing down my coffin,
A little rouge on my cheekbone,
A little black line around my eye.

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  • Marvelous voice.

  • Phenomenal

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