So che se andiam la notte

Opera details:

Opera title:

Falstaff

Composer:

Giuseppe Verdi

Language:

Italian

Synopsis:

Falstaff Synopsis

Libretto:

Falstaff Libretto

Translation(s):

English

Recitative details:

Type:

recitative

Role(s):

Sir John Falstaff

Voice(s):

Baritone

Act:

1.02b

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Falstaff: Act I Part I: So che se andiam, la notte

Singer: Fernando Corena

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Falstaff: Act I Part I: So che se andiam, la notte · Fernando Corena

Verdi: Falstaff (1955)

℗ 2012 ICA Classics

Released on: 2012-03-06

Artist: Fernando Corena
Artist: Kevin Miller
Artist: Walter Monachesi
Artist: Dermot Troy
Artist: Daniel McCoshan
Artist: Marco Stefanoni
Artist: Anna Maria Rovere
Artist: Eugenia Ratti
Artist: Fernanda Cadoni
Artist: Oralia Dominguez
Choir: Glyndebourne Chorus
Conductor: Carlo Maria Giulini
Orchestra: Royal Philharmonic Orchestra
Composer: Giuseppe Verdi

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Libretto/Lyrics/Text/Testo:

FALSTAFF
alzandosi
Sei la mia distruzione!
Spendo ogni sette giorni dieci ghinee!
Beone!
So che se andiam, la notte,
di taverna in taverna,
Quel tuo naso ardentissimo
mi serve da lanterna!
Ma quel risparmio d'olio
tu lo consumi in vino.
con flemma
Son trent'anni che abbevero
quel fungo porporino!
Costi troppo.
a Pistola, poi all'Oste che sarà rimasto ed esce
E tu pure. Oste! un'altra bottiglia.
rivolto ancora a Bardolfo e a Pistola
Mi struggete le carni!
Se Falstaff s'assottiglia
Non è più lui, nessuno più l'ama;
in quest'addome
C'è un migliaio di lingue
che annunciano il mio nome!

PISTOLA
acclamando
Falstaff  immenso!

BARDOLFO
come sopra
Enorme Falstaff!

English Libretto or Translation:

FALSTAFF
getting up
You're my destruction!
I spend ten guineas every seven days!
Beone!
I know that if we go, at night,
from tavern to tavern,
That very fiery nose
serves me as a lantern!
But that oil saving
you consume it in wine.
with phlegm
Thirty years that I had
that purple mushroom!
Costs too much.
a Pistola, then the Oste that will be left and go
And you too. Host! another bottle.
still turned to Bardolfo and to Pistol
I torment the meats!
If Falstaff gets thinner
It's no longer him, nobody loves him anymore;
in this abdomen
There are a thousand languages
that announce my name!

PISTOLA
acclaiming
immense Falstaff!

BARDOLFO
as above
Enorme Falstaff!



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