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Si je n'étais captive, J'aimerais ce pays, Et cette mer plaintive, Et ces champs de maïs, Et ces astres sans nombre, Si le long du mur sombre N'étincelait dans l'ombre Le sabre des spahis. ... Pourtant j'aime une rive Où jamais des hivers Le souffle froid n'arrive Par les vitraux ouverts. L'été, la pluie est chaude, L'insecte verte qui rôde Luit, vivant émeraude, Sous les brins d'herbe verts. ... Mais surtout, quand la brise Me touche en voltigeant, La nuit, j'aime être assise, Être assise en songeant, L'œil sur la mer profonde, Tandis que, pâle et blonde, La lune ouvre dans l'onde Son éventail d'argent.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3,9 of the original text.
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- Set to music by Jean-Baptiste Théodore Weckerlin (1821 - 1910), "La Captive", published [1873], stanzas 1,3,9 [ medium voice and piano ], from L'Inde, Ode-symphonie en deux parties, no. 2, Paris, Éd. 'Au Ménestrel' Heugel et Cie.
Text Authorship:
- by Victor Hugo (1802 - 1885), "La captive", appears in Les Orientales, no. 9
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- ENG English (Korin Kormick) , "The captive", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- SPA Spanish (Español) (Pablo Sabat) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Si yo no estuviera cautiva, Amaría este país, Y su doliente mar, Y estos campos de maíz, Y estas estrellas incontables, Si a lo largo del oscuro muro No brillara El sable de los Spahis. ... Sin embargo, me gusta un río Donde el aliento frío De los inviernos nunca llega. En verano, la lluvia es tibia, El verde insecto que merodea, Reluce, una esmeralda viva, Bajo las hojas de la hierba verde. ... Pero especialmente, cuando la brisa Me toca mientras aletea alrededor En la noche, me gusta sentarme, Sentarme mientras sueño, La mirada en el mar profundo, Mientras que, pálida y rubia, la luna abre sobre las olas Su abanico de plata.
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Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3,9 of the original text.
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- a text in French (Français) by Victor Hugo (1802 - 1885), "La captive", appears in Les Orientales, no. 9
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