Leyla Gencer, or Ayşe Leyla Çeyrekgil (October 10, 1928 -- May 10, 2008) was a world-renowned Turkish operatic soprano. Known as "La Diva Turca" (The Turkish Diva) and "La Regina" (The Queen) in the opera world, Gencer was a notable bel canto soprano who spent most of her career in Italy, from the early 1950s through the mid-1980s, and had a repertoire encompassing more than seventy roles. She made very few commercial recordings; however, numerous bootleg recordings of her performances exist. In particular, Gencer was associated with the heroines of Donizetti...
Lyrics & English Translation
The night was still and quiet and beautiful in the terse sky the silvery moon showed her glad and full face... Suddenly the stillness of the night was broken by weal and sweet harmony - the notes of a lute - (and a troubador sang a melancholy song.) Those verses were humble like the invocation of a man praying to God. (In that song a name was constantly repeated...mine!...) So I rushed to the balcony... It was him! It was him!... I felt the joy that only angels are allowed to feel!... To my heart, to my blissful glance, the earth seemed like Paradise.
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LEONORA Ascolta. Tacea la notte placida e bella in ciel sereno La luna il viso argenteo Mostrava lieto e pieno... Quando suonar per l'aere, Infino allor sì muto, Dolci s'udiro e flebili Gli accordi d'un liuto, E versi melanconici Un Trovator cantò. Versi di prece ed umile Qual d'uom che prega Iddio In quella ripeteasi Un nome... il nome mio!... Corsi al veron sollecita... Egli era! egli era desso!... Gioia provai che agli angeli Solo è provar concesso!... Al core, al guardo estatico La terra un ciel sembrò.
English Libretto or Translation:
LEONORA Listen! The serene night was silent and, lovely in the calm sky, the moon happily revealed its silvery and full face! When, resounding in the air which till then had been so quiet, sweet and sad were heard the sounds of a lute, and a troubadour sang some melancholy verses. Verses, beseeching and humble, like a man praying to God: and in them was repeated a name, my name! I ran eagerly to the balcony... There he was; it was he! I felt a joy that only the angels are allowed to feel! To my heart, my ecstatic eyes, the earth seemed like heaven! To my heart, etc.