The pale Madonna | The pale Madonna of my dreams

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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)

Translation © by Sarah Daughtrey, Lucy Zollner

Pálida Madona

Language: Portuguese (Português)

Our translations: ENG

Ó Pallida Madona de meus sonhos,
Bella filha dos cerros de Enggandi
Vem inspirar os cantos do poéta, 
Rósa branca da lyra de David.
Todo o amor que em meu peito re pousava,
Como o orvalho das noites no relento,
A teus pés elevouse como as nuvens,
Que se perdem no azul do firmamento!

Text Authorship:

from Volkslieder (Folksongs) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

by Heitor Villa-Lobos (1887 - 1959), "Pálida Madona", subtitle: "Modinha antiga", W 158 no. 8 (1919-35), published 1948 [ voice and piano ], from Canções típicas brasileiras, no. 8, Paris: Max-Eschig [sung text checked 1 time]

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

ENG English (Sarah Daughtrey) (Lucy Zollner) , "The pale Madonna", copyright © 2017, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Sarah Daughtrey

This text was added to the website: 2017-05-05
Line count: 8
Word count: 54

The pale Madonna

Language: English after the Portuguese (Português)

The pale Madonna of my dreams
Beautiful daughter of the hills of Engaddi
Goes to inspire the cantos of a poet
White rose of the lyre of David
All the love that in my breast alighted
As the dew of the nights does not relent
At your feet raised as the clouds
That lose themselves in the blue of the heavens!

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Based on:

a text in Portuguese (Português) from Volkslieder (Folksongs)
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This text was added to the website: 2017-05-05
Line count: 8
Word count: 61