Translation © by Guy Laffaille

La zingara
Language: Italian (Italiano) 
Available translation(s): CAT ENG FRE GER
Chi padre mi fosse, qual patria mi sia,
Invano la gente chiamando mi va;
Del primo mai seppi ed è patria mia
La terra che un fiore, che un frutto mi dà.
Dovunque il destino m'addita un sentiero,
Io trovo un sorriso, io trovo un amor;
Perchè del passato darommi pensiero,
Se l'ora presente è lieta al mio cor?
Può, è vero, il domani un torbido velo
Dell'aure serene l'aspetto turbar;
Ma s'oggi risplende azzurro il mio cielo,
Perchè rattristarmi d'un dubbio avvenir?
Io sono una pianta che ghiaccio non spoglia,
Che tutto disfida del verno il rigor;
Se fronda qui cade, là un'altra germoglia,
In ogni stagione son carca di fior.

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  • Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist CAT ENG FRE ; composed by Giuseppe Verdi.

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "La gitana", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Laura Prichard) , "The Gypsy Girl", copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "La gitane", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Die Zigeunerin", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 112

La gitane
Language: French (Français)  after the Italian (Italiano) 
Qui a été mon père, quelle est ma patrie,
En vain les gens me le demandent ;
Le premier, je n'ai jamais su, et ma patrie est
La terre qui me donne une fleur, un fruit.
Partout où le destin m'indique un chemin,
Je trouve un sourire, je trouve un amour ;
Pourquoi je devrais penser au passé,
Si l'heure présente est joyeuse pour mon cœur ?
Il se peut que demain un voile de nuages
Trouble l'aspect serein de l'air ;
Mais aujourd'hui mon ciel bleu brille,
Pourquoi s'attrister d'un avenir incertain ?
Je suis une plante que le gel ne ravage pas,
Qui conteste toute la rigueur de l'hiver ;
Si une branche tombe, une autre pousse,
En toute saison je suis chargée de fleurs.

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  • Translation from Italian (Italiano) to French (Français) copyright © 2015 by Guy Laffaille, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
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This text was added to the website: 2015-06-13
Line count: 16
Word count: 127