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O salce salce

Opera details:

Opera title:

Otello

Composer:

Giuseppe Verdi

Language:

Italian

Synopsis:

Otello Synopsis

Libretto:

Otello Libretto

Translation(s):

English Deutsch

Aria details:

Type:

aria

Role(s):

Desdemona

Voice(s):

Soprano

Act:

4.03b

Previous scene: Piangea cantando
Next scene: Ave Maria piena di grazia

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Libretto/Lyrics/Text/Testo:

O Salce! Salce! Salce!Sedea chinandosul sen la testa!Salce! Salce! Salce!Cantiamo! Cantiamo! il Salce funebresarà la mia ghirlanda.“ad EmiliaAffrettati; fra poco giunge Otello.„Scorreano i rivi fra le zolle in fior,gemea quel core affranto,e dalle ciglia le sgorgava il corl'amara onda del pianto.Salce! Salce! Salce!Cantiamo! Cantiamo! Il Salce funebresarà la mia ghirlanda.Scendean 'augelli a vol dai rami cupiverso quel dolce canto.E gli occhi suoi piangean tanto, tanto,da impietosir le rupi.“a Emilia, levandosi un anello dal ditoRiponi quest'anello.alzandosiPovera Barbara! Solea la storiacon questo semplice suono finir:„Egli era nato per la sua gloria,io per amar…“ad EmiliaAscolta.Emilia fa qualche passoOdo un lamento.Taci. Chi batte a quella porta?

EMILIA
È il vento.

DESDEMONA
„Io per amarlo e per morir…
Cantiamo! Cantiamo!
Salce! Salce! Salce!“
Emilia, addio. Come m'ardon le ciglia!
è presagio di pianto. Buona notte.
Emilia si volge per partire
Ah! Emilia, Emilia,
Emilia ritorna e Desdemona l'abbraccia
Addio, Emilia, addio!
Emilia esce

English Libretto or Translation:

O Willow, Willow, Willow!She sat with her head upon her breast,Willow, Willow, Willow!Come sing! Come sing!The green willow shall be my garland.”

(to Emilia)
Make haste; Othello will soon be here.
“The fresh streams ran between the flowery
banks, she moaned in her grief,
in bitter tears which through her eyelids sprang
her poor heart sought relief.
Willow! Willow! Willow!
Come sing! Come sing!
The green willow shall be my garland.
Down from dark branches flew the birds
towards the singing sweet.
Sufficient were the tears that she did weep
that stones her sorrow shared.”
(to Emilia, taking a ring from her finger)
Lay this ring by.
(rising)
Poor Barbara!
The story used to end
with this simple phrase:
“He was born for glory,
I to love...”
(to Emilia)
Hark! I heard a moan.
(Emilia takes a step or two.)
Hush... Who knocks upon that door?

EMILIA
‘Tis the wind.

DESDEMONA“I to love him and to die.Come sing! Come sing!Willow! Willow! Willow!”Emilia, farewell.How mine eyes do itch!That bodes weeping.Good night.(Emilia turns to leave.)Ah! Emilia, Emilia, farewell!Emilia, farewell!(Emilia returns and Desdemona embracesher. Emilia leaves.)

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