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Live in München, at the Bayerische Staatsoper (Bavarian State Opera) 1965. Fritz Wunderlich sings Alfredo in Italian!
Most of the highlights from this performance (with Stratas as Violetta and Prey as Germont) have been posted already so I won't bother with them. But the Act 2 aria as sung by Fritz is nothing short of sensational. This role is really rather silly for the tenor, and quite trivial to sing (for a professional tenor that is). Tenors don't become international stars singing Alfredo. But Wunderlich works magic with this seemingly simple role.
It's hard not to like Wunderlich. His voice is excellent, he sings with genuine passion and soul, his legato and diction are simultaneously perfect (!), his phrasing is poetic and musical, and he has virtually no mannerisms. Really the 'ideal lyric tenor' for me. Of non Italian lyrics only Bjorling is really in his league.
I can't post the cabaletta with the high C because he never sang it. Why he skipped it is a mystery to me, but apparently it was common to do so at the time.
Casa di campagna presso Parigi. Salotto terreno. Nel fondo in faccia agli spettatori, è un camino, sopra il quale uno specchio ed un orologio, fra due porte chiuse da cristalli che mettono ad un giardino. Al primo piano, due altre porte, una di fronte all'altra. Sedie, tavolini, qualche libro, l'occorrente per scrivere.
deponendo il fucile
Lunge da lei per me non v'ha diletto!
Volaron già tre lune
Dacché la mia Violetta
Agi per me lasciò, dovizie, onori,
E le pompose feste
Ove, agli omaggi avvezza,
Vedea schiavo ciascun di sua bellezza
Ed or contenta in questi ameni luoghi
Tutto scorda per me. Qui presso a lei
Io rinascer mi sento,
E dal soffio d'amor rigenerato
Scordo ne' gaudii suoi tutto il passato.
De' miei bollenti spiriti
Il giovanile ardore
Ella temprò col placido
Dal dì che disse: vivere
Io voglio a te fedel,
Io vivo quasi in ciel.
A country house near Paris. A ground?floor room.
enters wearing hunting clothes; putting down his gun
There's no pleasure in life when she's away!
It's three months now since Violetta
Gave up for me her easy, luxurious life
Of love?affairs and expensive parties ...
There she was used to the homage of all
Who were enslaved by her beauty,
But she seems happy here in this
Where she forgets everything for me.
With her beside me, I feel myself reborn,
Revived by the breath of love,
Forgetting the past in present delights.
My passionate spirit
And the fire of youth
She tempers with the
Gentle smile of love.
Since the day when she told me
"I want to live, faithful to you alone!"
I have forgotten the world
And lived like one in heaven …