1842 GIUSEPPE VERDI - Nabucco - Va, Pensiero




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Published on Dec 11, 2009


Va', pensiero, sull'ali dorate.
Va', ti posa sui clivi, sui coll,
ove olezzano tepide e molli
l'aure dolci del suolo natal!
Del Giordano le rive saluta,
di Sionne le torri atterrate.
O mia Patria, sì bella e perduta!
O membranza sì cara e fatal!

Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati,
perché muta dal salice pendi?
Le memorie del petto riaccendi,
ci favella del tempo che fu!
O simile di Solima ai fati,
traggi un suono di crudo lamento;
o t'ispiri il Signore un concento
che ne infonda al patire virtù
al patire virtù!


Go, thought, on golden wings
Go and rest on rises and hills
Where the sweet and soft
Air of the native land is to breath!
Greet the shores of Jordan River,
The destroyed towers of Sion.
Oh, my country, beautiful and lost!
Oh remembrance, so dear and fated.

Golden harp of the prophetic poets
Why do you hang, dumb, from the willow?
You renew memories in our breasts,
Talking about the time that once was.
Oh, like Solima to the fates
You draw a sound of crude mourning,
May the Lord inspire you to a concert
That may give virtue to the suffering.

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    • Novosibirsk Symphony Orchestra
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    • The 100 Best Classical Masterworks: Great Opera Moments
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