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Giunse alfin il momento Che godrò senza affanno In braccio all'idol mio! Timide cure, Uscite dal mio petto, A turbar non venite il mio diletto! Oh, come par che all'amoroso foco L'amenità del loco, La terra e il ciel risponda! Come la notte i furti miei seconda! Deh, vieni, non tardar, o gioia bella, Vieni ove amore per goder t'appella. Finché non splende in ciel notturna face Finché l'aria è ancor bruna e il mondo tace. Qui mormora il ruscel, qui scherza l'aura, Che dolce sussurro il cor ristaura; Qui ridono i fioretti, e l'erba è fresca: Ai piaceri d'amor qui tutto adesca. Vieni, ben mio: tra queste piante ascose Ti vo' la fronte incoronar di rose.
Text Authorship:
- by Lorenzo Da Ponte (1749 - 1838) [author's text checked 1 time 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 Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756 - 1791), "Giunse alfin il momento", K 492 no. 27, first performed 1786, from opera Le nozze di Figaro, no. 27, Act IV, Scene 10 (Susanna) [sung text checked 1 time]
Set in a modified version by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Nika Kožar) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-02-24
Line count: 19
Word count: 117
Finally the moment has arrived for me to give myself to pleasure without worry in the arms of my beloved. Shame, begone from my heart, do not disturb my moment of joy! Oh, it seems that to my amorous fire the amenity of this place, the earth and the sky responds, like the night seconds my want! Oh come, do not be late, my beloved, come where love calls you to pleasure until the night sky no longer glows, while the world is still dark and silent. Here murmurs the brook, the air dances, and with sweet whispers heals the heart, here flowers giggle and grass is crisp, everything entices the pleasures of love. Come, dear, among these hidden trees, I want to crown your head with roses.
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Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Lorenzo Da Ponte (1749 - 1838)
This text was added to the website: 2019-04-11
Line count: 19
Word count: 128