Ma qual canto risona

Opera details:

Opera title:

Ascanio in Alba

Composer:

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Language:

Italian

Synopsis:

Ascanio in Alba Synopsis

Libretto:

Ascanio in Alba Libretto

Translation(s):

English

Recitative details:

Type:

recitative

Role(s):

Fauno

Voice(s):

Soprano

Act:

1.11

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Ascanio in Alba, K. 111, Act I: Recitativo. "Ma qual canto risona?" (Ascanio, Fauno)

Singer: Claron McFadden

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Ascanio in Alba, K. 111, Act I: Recitativo. "Ma qual canto risona?" (Ascanio, Fauno) · Musica Ad Rhenum, Jed Wentz, Maaike Beekman & Claron McFadden

Mozart: Ascanio in Alba, K. 111

℗ Brilliant Classics

Released on: 2014-02-14

Conductor: Jed Wentz
Orchestra: Musica Ad Rhenum
Soloist: Maaike Beekman
Soloist: Claron McFadden
Composer: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Lyricist: Giuseppe Parini
Music Publisher: Brilliant Classics

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Libretto/Lyrics/Text/Testo:

ASCANIO
ritirandosi in disparte:
Ma qual canto risona?
Qual turba di Pastor mi veggio intorno?

FAUNO
non badando ad Ascanio:
Qui dove il loco e l'arte
Apre comodo spazio
Ai solenni concili, al sacro rito,
Qui venite o Pastori. Il giorno è questo
Sacro a la nostra Diva. Al suo bel nome,
Non a Bacco, e a Vertunno,
Render grazie volgiamo
Presso al cader del fortunato Autunno.
Il Ministro del cielo, il saggio Aceste,
Sembra, che tardi. In gran pensieri avvolto
Pur dianzi il vidi. A lui splendea ridente
D'un'insolita gioia il sacro volto.
Forse il dono promesso è a noi vicino;
Forse la Dea pietosa
Del fido Popol suo compie il destino.

PASTORI
Venga de' sommi Eroi,
Venga il crescente onor.
Più non s'involi a noi:
Qui lo incateni Amor.
Il coro siede lungo le serie degli alberi disponendosi vagamente.

English Libretto or Translation:

ASCANIO
withdrawing aside:
But what song does it sound like?
What kind of Pastor's turf do I see around?

FAUN
not paying attention to Ascanio:
Here where the place and the art
It opens up comfortable space
To the solemn councils, to the sacred rite,
Here you come or Pastors. This is the day
Sacred to our Diva. To his beautiful name,
Not in Bacco, and in Vertunno,
Render thank you
Near the fall of the lucky Autumn.
The Minister of Heaven, the wise Aceste,
It seems, that late. In great thoughts wrapped up
Even though I saw it. He was splendidly laughing
The sacred face of an unusual joy.
Perhaps the promised gift is close to us;
Perhaps the pitiful Goddess
The faithful Popol fulfills his destiny.

SHEPHERD
Come with the heroes,
The growing honor comes.
No longer do you commit to us:
Here you chain Amor.
The choir sits along the tree rows loosely disposing.

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