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Son salvo alfin son salvo

Opera details:

Opera title:

I Puritani

Composer:

Vincenzo Bellini

Language:

Italian

Synopsis:

I Puritani Synopsis

Libretto:

I Puritani Libretto

Translation(s):

English

Aria details:

Type:

aria

Role(s):

Lord Arturo Talbo

Voice(s):

Tenor

Act:

3.01

Previous scene: Suoni la tromba
Next scene: A una fonte afflitto e solo

I Puritani (1988 Remastered Version) , Act III: Son salvo. Alfin son tua (Arturo)

Singer(s): Alfredo Kraus Dennis O'Neill

Provided to YouTube by Warner Music Group

I Puritani (1988 Remastered Version) , Act III: Son salvo. Alfin son tua (Arturo) · Riccardo Muti/Alfredo Kraus/Philharmonia Orchestra

Bellini: I Puritani

? 1980 Warner Classics, Warner Music UK Ltd Digital remastering (p) 1988 Warner Classics, Warner Music UK Ltd

Bass: Agostino Ferrin
Bass: Stefan Elenkov
Bass- Baritone Vocals: Richard Genée
Choir: Ambrosian Opera Chorus
Chorus: John McCarthy
Conductor: Riccardo Muti
Lead Vocals: Montserrat Caballé
Lead Vocals: Ambrosian Opera Chorus
Lead Vocals: Philharmonia Orchestra
Lead Vocals: Riccardo Muti
Librettist: Carlo Pepoli
Orchestra: Philharmonia Orchestra
Performed by: Julia Hamari
Producer: John Mordler
Soprano Vocals: Montserrat Caballé
Tenor Vocals: Dennis O'Neill
Vocals: Alfredo Kraus
Composer: Vincenzo Bellini

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Libretto/Lyrics/Text/Testo:

ARTURO
Son salvo, alfin son salvo. I miei nemici
Falliro il colpo, e mi smarrir di traccia.
O patria … o amore, onnipossenti nomi!
Ad ogni passo
Mi balza il cor nel seno, e benedico
Ogni fronda, ogni sasso.
O! come dolce è un esule infelice
Vedere il suo tesoro
E, dopo tanto errar di riva in riva,
Baciar alfin la terra sua nativa!
Qual suon!

English Libretto or Translation:

ARTURO
I'm safe, alfin I'm safe. My enemies
I will fail the stroke, and lose track.
O fatherland ... or love, omnipotent names!
At every step
My heart leaps in my bosom, and I bless
Every frond, every stone.
OR! how sweet is an unhappy exile
See his treasure
And, after so much erring from shore to shore,
Baciar alfin his native land!
What a sound!



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