Godete, giovani; godete, belle: I giorni scemano e Caronte ce li conta, Ce li conta ad uno ad uno. Incominciate il ballo, via! Poi la nera terra ci ingoi. Caronte non ha giudizio né riguardi; Strappa i figli dalle poppe e lascia i vecchi. Ah! Balliamo dunque, poi che il ballo giova. Sotto questa terra che calpestiamo, Tutti una volta andremo. Questa terra verdeggiante divora giovani e pallicari; Questa terra fiorita divora giovanette, divora fanciulle Divorerà anche noi questa terra che pur ci è madre; Questa terra che ci divorerà, battetela coi piede.
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Authorship:
- by Pio Bondioli (1890 - 1958) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Based on:
- a text in Greek (Ελληνικά) by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist [text unavailable]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Ildebrando Pizzetti (1880 - 1968), "Canzone per ballo", published 1946, from Tre canti greci, no. 3 [sung text checked 1 time]
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