Bergonzi is a great singer. Here he sings a bit in his own way, very “freely” and does not respect the score by Donizetti, but the interpretation is still excellent.<\/p>\n
Carlo Bergonzi – “Il pescatore” Aria da Camera – Gaetano Donizetti (1797 – 1848).
\nCapriccio Studio Recording “The Art of Belcanto – Vocal Recital of Carlo Bergonzi \u2013 Verdi – Bellini – Donizetti – Rossini” – \u2117 1988 <\/p>\n
Carlo Bergonzi Tenor
\nVincenzo Scalera Piano.<\/p>\n
–<\/p>\n
Il pescatore<\/p>\n
Lyrics by Achille de Lauzi\u00e8res (1800-1875) after Friedrich von Schiller (1759-1805)<\/p>\n
Era l\u2019ora che i cieli lente lente
\nmandan l\u2019ombre sfumate,
\ne ch\u2019ogni istante tacito, fuggente
\nsul fronte della sera ingenuo e puro
\nspande un velo pi\u00f9 scuro.
\nSovra un limpido lago un battelliero
\ncol suo battel leggero
\ntracciava un solco che vedea svanir
\nsiccome il sovvenir dei d\u00ec che furo.
\n\u00c8 giovane e leggiadro il pescatore
\ne deliba l\u2019incanto
\nd\u2019un lieto d\u00ec ne\u2019 sogni di speranza.
\nE canta e tutto tace, ch\u00e9 il suo canto
\n\u00e8 il canto dell\u2019amore:
\n\u00abOh! vent\u2019anni giungeste, n\u00e9
\nun core del mio core la voce ha sentita,
\nn\u00e9 la rosa sul seno appassita
\nuna vergine a sera mi di\u00e8.
\nLa mia barca abbandona la riva
\nsenza un caro sussurro, un addio,
\nsenza un guardo, una voce che a Dio
\nimplorasse un sospiro per me, ahim\u00e9!\u00bb.
\nMa tace, ascolta! al canto suo dall\u2019onde
\nuna voce risponde,
\nla speranza sul labbro gli ridea
\ne la voce d\u2019amor dicea cos\u00ec, cos\u00ec dicea:
\n\u00abA me giunse il tuo lamento,
\nMi fer\u00ec quel caro accento.
\nSon la dea di questo lago,
\nil mio viso \u00e8 puro e vago;
\ngiovinetto pescator,
\nper te palpito d\u2019amor.
\nAh! non morr\u00e0 la mia bellezza,
\nnon morr\u00e0 tua giovinezza;
\nSovra un trono di corallo,
\nsotto un cielo di cristallo,
\nvieni, vieni, pescatore,
\nvieni al bacio dell\u2019amor.\u00bb
\nTacque, e s\u2019udia sul lago
\ne sulla sponda
\nun mesto mormorio che affievoliva
\nsino alla riva urtando d\u2019onda in onda.
\nE quando l\u2019alba cominci\u00f2 a spuntare,
\ndel pescator la folla costernata
\nla barca abbandonata vide errare.<\/p>\n
–<\/p>\n
The Fisherman<\/p>\n
Achille de Lauzi\u00e8res (1800-1875) after Friedrich von Schiller (1759-1805)<\/p>\n
It was the hour when the heavens slowly slowly
\ncall up dark clouds,
\nand that at every instant, silent, fleeting,
\nover the evening, innocent and pure,
\nis cast a darker veil.
\nOn a limpid lake a boatman
\nwith his light boat
\ntraced a wake that vanished
\nlike the memory of days gone by.
\nYoung he is and slender, the fisherman,
\nand enjoys the charm
\nof a happy day of dreams of hope.
\nHe sings and all is silent, for his song
\nis the song of love:
\n\u2018Oh! You have reached twenty,
\nyet the voice of my heart has not been heard in another\u2019s
\nnor has a girl given me at evening
\nthe rose faded on her bosom.
\nMy boat leaves the shore
\nwithout a dear whisper, a farewell,
\nwithout a look, a voice
\nimploring God for a sigh for me. Ah me!\u2019
\nBut quiet, listen! To his song from the waves
\nreplies a voice,
\nhope on the lips, a smile on the lips
\nand the voice of love spoke as follows:
\n\u2018Your lament has come to me,
\nthat dear voice hurt me.
\nI am the goddess of this lake,
\nmy face is pure and fair;
\nyoung fisherman,
\nfor you my heart beats with love.
\nAh! My beauty will not die,
\nyour youth will not die;
\non a throne of coral
\nunder a sky of crystal.
\ncome, come, fisherman,
\ncome to the kiss of love.\u2019
\nThere is silence and heard on the lake
\nand on the shore
\nis a sad murmur that weakened
\nas it came up to the bank, rippling from wave to wave.
\nAnd when dawn began to break,
\nthe crowd, in consternation,
\nsaw the fisherman\u2019s boat, drifting abandoned.<\/p>\n
(English versions by Keith Anderson.)
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