If in the grass | If in the grass a new rivulet

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by Alberto Donaudy (1880 - 1941)

Translation © by Gretchen Armacost

Se tra l'erba

Language: Italian (Italiano)

Our translations: ENG

Se tra l'erba un rio novello
balza e corre verso il mare,
Se rinverda il praticello,
primavera è per tornare...
Col tuoi riccioli vaganti
scherza il mite zefiretto,
mentre vai pei verzicanti prati
stretta sui mio petto;
bella m'è la vita allor!

Ma se tutto discolora
e s'oscura l'orizzonte,
piove a valle, tuona a monte;
triste il verno torna ancora...
Io sto solo, e van fugaci
colle nebbie decembrine tutti i canti,
tutti i baci delle labbra tue divine;
triste m'è la vita allor!

Text Authorship:

by Alberto Donaudy (1880 - 1941) [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 Stefano Donaudy (1879 - 1925), "Se tra l'erba", published <<1918, from 36 Arie di Stile Antico, no. 1. [
text verified 1 time
]

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

ENG English (Gretchen Armacost) , title 1: "If in the grass", copyright © 2002, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Stuart Price

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 17
Word count: 84

If in the grass

Language: English after the Italian (Italiano)

 If in the grass a new rivulet
 Starts up and runs toward the sea,
 If the meadow becomes green again,
 Spring is about to return... 
 With your errant locks
 The gentle breeze plays,
 While you go through the greening
 Fields held tight on my breast;
 Then life is beautiful, beautiful to me! 
 
 
 But if everything grows pale
 And the horizon becomes dark,
 It rains in the valley, it thunders on the mountain;
 The winter, sad, comes again... 
 I remain alone, and, fleeting, depart
 With the December mists
 All the songs, all the kisses from your divine lips;
 Then life is sad, sad to me!

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Based on:

a text in Italian (Italiano) by Alberto Donaudy (1880 - 1941)
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 17
Word count: 105