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Ah! quel giorno ognor rammento

Opera details:

Opera title:

Semiramide

Composer:

Giaochino Rossini

Language:

Italian

Synopsis:

Semiramide Synopsis

Libretto:

Semiramide Libretto

Translation(s):

English

Aria details:

Type:

aria

Role(s):

Arsace

Voice(s):

Contralto

Act:

1.12

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Semiramide, Act 2 Scene 4: No. 2, Recitativo e Cavatina, "Eccomi alfine in Babilonia … Ah!...

Singer: Vivica Genaux

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Semiramide, Act 2 Scene 4: No. 2, Recitativo e Cavatina, "Eccomi alfine in Babilonia … Ah! quel giorno ognor rammento" (Arsace) · Vivica Genaux/Ensemble Orchestral de Paris/John Nelson

Bel Canto Arias

℗ 2002 Erato/Warner Classics, Warner Music UK Ltd

Conductor: John Nelson
Ensemble: Ensemble Orchestral De Paris
Lead Vocals: Vivica Genaux
Lead Vocals: John Nelson
Lead Vocals: Ensemble Orchestral De Paris
Mezzo-soprano Vocals: Vivica Genaux
Orchestra: Ensemble Orchestral De Paris
Performance: Vivica Genaux
Producer: Alain Lanceron
Producer: Étienne Collard (Musica Numeris)
Tonmeister: Jean Chatauret (Musica Numeris)
Tonmeister: Jiri Heger (Musica Numeris)
Composer: Gioachino Rossini

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Libretto/Lyrics/Text/Testo:

ARSACE
Eccomi alfine in Babilonia. È questo
Di Belo il tempio. - Qual silenzio augusto
Più venerando ancor rende il soggiorno
Della divinità ! - Quale nel seno
A me, guerrier, nudrito
Fra l'Orror delle pugne, ora si desta,
Del Nume formidabile all'aspetto,
Insolito terror, sacro rispetto! -
E da me questo Nume
Che può voler? Morendo il genitore
Qui m'inviò: segreto
Cenno di Semiramide mi chiama
Rapido alla sua reggia... ed anelante
Ad Azema, al suo ben l'ardente core
Qui volava sull'ali dell'amore.
Ah! quel giorno ognor rammento
Di mia gloria e di contento,
Che fra' barbari potei
Vita e onore a lei serbar.
L'involava in queste braccia
Al suo vile rapitore;
Io sentìa contro il mio core
Il suo core palpitar.
Schiuse il ciglio, mi guardò...
Mi sorrise... sospirò...
Oh! come da quel dì
Tutto per me cangiò!
Quel guardo mi rapì,
Quest'anima avvampò:
Il Ciel per me s'aprì,
Amore m'animò...
D'Azema e di quel dì
Scordarmi io mai saprò.
Ministri, al gran Pontefice annunziate
Il figlio di Fradate.

English Libretto or Translation:

Arsaces
Here I am at last in Babylon. And this
Of Belo the temple. - What an august silence
More venerating still makes the living room
Of the deity! - Which in the breast
To me, guerrier, nudrito
Between the Orror of the fists, now he wakes up,
Del Nume formidable to the appearance,
Unusual terror, sacred respect! -
And this Nume from me
What can he want? Dying the parent
Here he sent me: secret
A note from Semiramus calls me
Quick to his palace ... and yearning
To Azema, to his well-burning core
Here he flew on the wings of love.
Ah! that day every day
Of my glory and of contentment,
That among the barbarians I could
Life and honor to her serbar.
He wrapped it in these arms
To his vile kidnapper;
I felt against my core
His palpitar core.
He opened his eyelash, looked at me ...
He smiled at me ... he sighed ...
Oh! as from that day
Everything for me changed!
That guard kidnapped me,
This soul flared up:
The Ciel opened for me,
Love moved me ...
D'Azema and that day
Forget me I'll never know.
Ministers, to the great Pope announced
The son of Fradate.

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