Wavelet | Do they call you this

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by Carlo Zangarini (1874 - 1943)

Translation © by Garrett Medlock

Ondina

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Per i tuoi riccioli biondi
Forse ti chiaman così?
Brillano in essi giocondi，
Raggi dorati del dì.

Forse ti chiamano Ondina
Perché tu sembri al passar
Come la ninfa marina
L'aride sabbie sfiorar?

Arido ho il petto pur io，
L'ha disseccato il dolor:
Di nove stille ho desio:
Piovimi, Ondina, nel cor!

Text Authorship:

by Carlo Zangarini (1874 - 1943) [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 Pietro Cimara (1887 - 1967), "Ondina", published 1931 [ voice and piano ], Ricordi [sung text not yet checked]

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

ITA Italian (Italiano) (Garrett Medlock) , "Wavelet", copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2020-01-15
Line count: 12
Word count: 52

Wavelet

Language: Italian (Italiano) after the Italian (Italiano)

Do they call you this
Perhaps because of your blonde curls?
Shining in them, light-hearted,
Golden rays of the day.

Perhaps they call you wavelet
Because you seem to move
Like the marine naiad
Brushing against the dry sand?

Indeed my breast is barren,
Pain has dried it up:
I desire fresh drops:
Rain, wavelet, within my heart!

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a text in Italian (Italiano) by Carlo Zangarini (1874 - 1943)
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This text was added to the website: 2020-01-15
Line count: 12
Word count: 58