Opera title: | Madame Butterfly |
Composer: | Giacomo Antonio Puccini |
Language: | Italian |
Synopsis: | Madame Butterfly Synopsis |
Libretto: | Madame Butterfly Libretto |
Translation(s): | English Deutsch |
Type: | recitative |
Role(s): | Cio-Cio San |
Voice(s): | Soprano |
Act: | 3 |
Previous scene: | Intermezzo 2 |
Next scene: | Chi sara chi sara? |
00:00 Geraldine Farrar
03:18 Emmy Destinn
05:35 Renata Tebaldi
09:35 Maria Callas
Butterfly has discovered that Pinkerton has married again. Consumed with despair and about to kill herself, tells her child not to feel sorrow for his mother's desertion but to keep a faint memory of his mother's face. She bids him farewell, seats him on the floor and blindfolds him gently. She gives him a miniature American flag to wave in greeting to his father, which he does, blindfolded, throughout the following action. Butterfly takes the knife and walks behind the screen. The knife clatters to the floor as Butterfly staggers from behind the screen with a scarf around her neck. She kisses her child and collapses. From outside, Pinkerton cries, "Butterfly!" and rushes in – but it is too late: Butterfly is dead.
"Tu? Tu? Tu? Tu?
Piccolo Iddio!
Amore, amore mio.
Fior di giglio e di rosa.
Non saperlo mai... per te
pei tuoi puri occhi
muore Butterfly...
Perché tu possa andar
di là dal mare
senza che ti rimorda
ai dì maturi
il materno abbandono.
O a me, sceso dal trono
dell'altro Paradiso,
gurda ben fiso, fiso,
di tua madre la faccia!
Che te'n resti una traccia,
Guarda ben!
Amore, addio, addio!
Piccolo amor!
Va', gioca, gioca."
Tu? Tu? Tu? Tu?
Piccolo Iddio!
Amore, amore mio.
Fior di giglio e di rosa.
Non saperlo mai... per te
pei tuoi puri occhi
muore Butterfly...
Perché tu possa andar
di là dal mare
senza che ti rimorda
ai dì maturi
il materno abbandono.
O a me, sceso dal trono
dell'altro Paradiso,
gurda ben fiso, fiso,
di tua madre la faccia!
Che te'n resti una traccia,
Guarda ben!
Amore, addio, addio!
Piccolo amor!
Va', gioca, gioca.
You? You? You? You?
Little God!
Love, my love.
Lily and rose flowers.
Never know it ... for you,
for your pure eyes
, Butterfly dies ...
Because you can go
beyond the sea
without bothering
the mature
abandonment.
Or to me, come down from the throne
of the other Paradise, your mother's
hard , solid gurdy
!
That you''r remain a trace,
look well!
Love, goodbye, goodbye!
Little love!
Go, play, play.
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