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Lui Ouvre tes yeux bleus, ma mignonne: Voici le jour! Déjà la fauvette fredonne Un chant d'amour. L'aurore épanuit la rose: Viens avec moi Cueillir la marguerite éclose. Réveille-toi! Réveille-toi! Ouvre tes yeux bleus, ma mignonne: Voici le jour ! ... Elle A quoi bon contempler la terre Et sa beauté? L'amour est un plus doux mystère Qu'un jour d'été ; C'est en moi que l'oiseau module Un chant vainqueur, Et le grand soleil qui nous brûle Est dans mon cœur!
Authorship:
- by Paul Robiquet (1848 - 1928) [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 Jules Massenet (1842 - 1912), "Ouvre tes yeux bleus", 1878 [ duet for soprano and baritone with piano ], from Poème d'amour, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Grant A. Lewis) , "Open your blue eyes", copyright ©, (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: 20
Word count: 81
He Open your blue eyes, my darling: The day has come! Already the warbling bird sings A song of love. The dawn brings forth the rose: Come with me To pick the blossoming daisy. Awake! Awake! Open your blue eyes, my darling: The day has come! She What good is it to contemplate the earth And its beauty? Love is more a sweet mystery Than a summer day; It is in myself that the bird is singing His triumphant song, And the great, burning sun Is in my heart!
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- Translation from French (Français) to English copyright © by Grant A. Lewis, (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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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) by Paul Robiquet (1848 - 1928)
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 89