by Carlo Pepoli, Conte (1796 - 1881)
Translation by Louis-Ernest Crevel de Charlemagne (1806 - 1882)

L'orgia
Language: Italian (Italiano) 
Our translations:  ENG
Amiamo, cantiamo 
le donne e i liquor,
gradita è la vita 
frà Bacco ed Amor.

Se Amore ho nel core, 
ho il vin nella testa,
che gioia che festa,
che amabile ardor.
Amando, scherzando, 
trincando liquor,
m'avvampo, mi scampo 
da noie e dolor.

  Cantiam, gradita è la vita 
  fra Bacco ed Amor !

Danziamo, cantiamo, 
alziamo il bicchier,
ridiam, sfidiam 
i tristi pensier !

Regina divina, 
la madre d'amor,
guiliva ravviva 
rinuova ogni cor.

Balzante, spumante 
con vivo bollor,
e il vino divino 
del mondo signor.

Già ballo traballo 
che odor, che vapor
si beva ribeva 
con sacro furor.

  Cantiam, gradita è la vita 
  fra Bacco ed Amor !

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

  • ENG English (Johann Gaitzsch) , title 1: "The orgy", copyright © 2003, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • GER German (Deutsch) (G. Friedrich) , title 1: "Das Festgelage", from the 1st volume of Rossini's Soirées musicales, Schott, published 1835
  • FRE French (Français) (Louis Crevel de Charlemagne) , title 1: "L'orgie", from the 1st volume of Rossini's Soirées musicales, Schott, published 1835


Researcher for this page: Johann Gaitzsch

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 32
Word count: 106

L'orgie
Language: French (Français)  after the Italian (Italiano) 
 Que j'aime la danse,
 C'est mon existence
 La fête commence,
 Pour moi, quel plaisir!

 Aimable délire, 
 Le bal seul m'attire,
 Pour lui je respire,
 Je veux en jouir!

 Déjà l'on s'invite,
 L'on court se placer,
 Mon coeur en palpite, 
 je vais donc valser!

 Dansons!
 C'est mon existence,
 Je veux en jouir!

 L'orchestre resonne,
 Quels nobles accords,
 Chacun s'abandonne 
 Aux plus doux transports.

 Voyez quelle ivresse
 L'ardente jeunesse
 S'évite, se presse,
 Se fuit tour à tour

 Bientôt on s'enchaine
 On est hors d'haleine
 On entend à peine
 Quelques mots d'amour

 Le tumulte augmente,
 Il double d'ardeur,
 La valse m'enchante, 
 Voilà mon bonheur

 Dansons!
 C'est mon existence,
 Je veux en jouir!

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Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 34
Word count: 110