Opera title: | Le Nozze di Figaro |
Composer: | Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart |
Language: | Italian |
Synopsis: | Le Nozze di Figaro Synopsis |
Libretto: | Le Nozze di Figaro Libretto |
Translation(s): | English |
Type: | aria |
Role(s): | Figaro |
Voice(s): | Bass-Baritone |
Act: | 1.20 |
Previous scene: | Evviva! |
Next scene: | Porgi amor qualche ristoro |
The great Italian basso Ezio Pinza in "Non pìu andrai" that concludes Act 1 of Mozart's Le Nozze di Figaro. This rendition comes from a live performance at the New York Metropolitan Opera on 17 April 1943 conducted by Paul Breisach. The picture shows Ezio Pinza as Figaro, Bidú Sayão as Susanna and Jarmila Novotna as Cherubino in this very scene that Pinza sings here. It was taken during this legendary 1940s Metropolitan Opera production of the opera.
FIGARO
Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso,
notte e giorno d'intorno girando;
delle belle turbando il riposo
Narcisetto, Adoncino d'amor.
Non più avrai questi bei pennacchini,
quel cappello leggero e galante,
quella chioma, quell'aria brillante,
quel vermiglio donnesco color.
Tra guerrieri, poffar Bacco!
Gran mustacchi, stretto sacco.
Schioppo in spalla, sciabla al fianco,
collo dritto, muso franco,
un gran casco, o un gran turbante,
molto onor, poco contante!
Ed invece del fandango,
una marcia per il fango.
Per montagne, per valloni,
con le nevi e i sollioni.
Al concerto di tromboni,
di bombarde, di cannoni,
che le palle in tutti i tuoni
all'orecchio fan fischiar.
Cherubino alla vittoria:
alla gloria militar.
Partono tutti alla militare.
FIGARO
No more, you amorous butterfly,
Will you go fluttering round by night and day,
Disturbing the peace of every maid,
You pocket Narcissus, you Adonis of love.
No more will you have those fine feathers,
That light and dashing cap,
Those curls, those airs and graces,
That roseate womanish colour.
You'll be among warriors, by Bacchus!
Long moustaches, knapsack tightly on,
Musket on your shoulder, sabre at your side,
Head erect and bold of visage,
A great helmet or a head?dress,
Lots of honour, little money,
And instead of the fandango,
Marching through the mud.
Over mountains, through valleys,
In snow and days of listless heat,
To the sound of blunderbusses,
Shells and cannons,
Whose shots make your ears sing
On every note.
Cherubino, on to victory,
On to military glory!
Exeunt omnes to the sound of a march.
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