O wär ich schon mit dir vereint
And when the work is dismissed,
Ludwig van Beethoven
O wär ich schon mit dir vereint
Und dürfte Mann dich nennen!
Ein Mädchen darf ja, was es meint,
Zur Hälfte nur bekennen.
Doch wenn ich nicht erröten muss,
Ob einem warmen Herzenskuss,
Wenn nichts uns stört auf Erden-
Die Hoffnung schon erfüllt die Brust,
Mit unaussprechlich süsser Lust,
Wie glücklich will ich werden!
In Ruhe stiller Häuslichkeit
Erwach ich jeden Morgen,
Wir grüssen uns mit Zärtlichkeit,
Der Fleiss verscheucht die Sorgen
Und ist die Arbeit abgetan,
Dann schleicht die holde Nacht
heran,
Dann ruhn wir von Beschwerden.
Die Hoffnung schon erfüllt die Brust,
Mit unaussprechlich süsser Lust,
Wie glücklich will ich werden!
English Translation
Oh, if I'd already united with you
And husband I should call you!
A girl could confess to only
half of what she thinks.
But if I do not have to blush,
over a warm heartfelt kiss,
If nothing on earth disturbs us-
The hope already lives in my chest,
Inexpressibly sweet with pleasure,
How happy I will be!
At rest, quiet domesticity
I'll wake each morning,
We greet with affection,
We'll work away the worries,
Then sneaks in the gentle night,
Then we repose of complaints.
The hope already lives within my
chest,
Inexpressibly sweet with pleasure,
How happy I will be!
Les Berceaux
Gabriel Faure
Le long du quai les grands vaisseaux,
Que la houle incline en silence,
Ne prennent pas gardeaux berceaux,
Que le main des femmes balance.
Mais viendra le jour des adieux,
Car il faut que les femmes pleurent,
Et que les homes curieux
Tentent les horizons quileurrent!
Et ce jourla les grands vaisseaux
Fuyant le port qui diminue,
Sentent leur masse retenue
Par l’a me des lointains berceaux,
Par l’a me des lointains berceaux.
Far down the quay the great vessels lie,
On the tide so silently swinging;
As yet unaware of cradles there,
Rocked by the hands of the women.
But there comes the day of goodbye,
For, they say, women must be crying,
And men must go, restless to know,
Tempting horizons outward lying!
And as the ships all sail along,
Leaving the port, so quickly paling,
Strangely, their mass seems to be trailing,
Held back now, by the distant cradles,
Held back now, by the distant cradles.
'Una Furtiva Lagrima'
Gaetano Donizetti
Una furtiva lagrima
negli occhi suoi spuntò:
Quelle festose giovani Yes, I could die! Yes, I could die of
invidiar sembrò. love.

Lascia ch’io pianga

Che più cercando io vo?
Che più cercando io vo? George Frederic Handel
M'ama! Sì, m'ama, lo vedo. Lo vedo.
Un solo instante i palpiti Lascia ch'io pianga
del suo bel cor sentir! Mia cruda sorte,
I miei sospir, confondere E che sospiri
per poco a' suoi sospir! La libertà.
I palpiti, i palpiti sentir,
confondere i miei coi suoi sospir... Il duolo infranga
Cielo! Si può morir! Queste ritorte,
Di più non chiedo, non chiedo. De' miei martiri
Ah, cielo! Si può! Si, può morir! Sol per pietà.
Di più non chiedo, non chiedo.
Si può morire! Si può morir d'amor. Let me weep
My cruel fate,
ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF And that I
should have freedom.
'UNA FURTIVA LAGRIMA'
The duel infringes
A single secret tear
within these twisted places,
from her eye did spring:
in my sufferings
as if she envied all the youths
I pray for mercy.
that laughingly passed her by.
What more searching need I do? “Pakiusap”
What more searching need I do?
She loves me! Yes, she loves me, I see Francisco Santiago
it. I see it.
For just an instant the beating Ako'y anak ng dalita
At tigib ng luha
of her beautiful heart I could feel!
Ang naritong humihibik
As if my sighs were hers, Na bigyan ng awa
and her sighs were mine!
The beating, the beating of her heart
I could feel, Buksan mo ang langit
to merge my sighs with hers... At kusa mong pakinggan
Heavens! Yes, I could die! Ang aking ligalig
I could ask for nothing more, nothing Saka pagdaramdam
more.
Oh, heavens! Yes, I could, I could die!
Ay, kung hindi ka maaaba
I could ask for nothing more, nothing Sa lungkot kong dinaranas
more. Puso't diwang nabibihag
Sa libing masasadlak
Magtanong ka kung 'di tunay
Sa kislap ng mga tala
Magtanong ka rin sa ulap
Ng taglay kong dalita
When I have sung my songs to you
by Ernest Charles
When I have sung my songs to you I’ll sing no more
T’would be a sacrilege to sing at another door
We’ve worked so hard to hold our dreams just you
and I
I could not share them all again I’d rather die
With just the thought that I had loved so well so true
That I could never sing again
That I could never never sing again except to you!

CHORUS
Sa dilim ng gabi O del mio amato ben
Aking nilalamay
Tanging larawan mo
Stefano Donaudy
Ang nagiging ilaw

Kung ikaw ay mahimbing O del mio amato ben perduto incanto!

Lungi è dagli occhi miei
Sa gitna ng dilim
chi m'era gloria e vanto!
Ay iyong ihulog Or per le mute stanze
Puso mo sa akin sempre lo [cerco e]1 chiamo
con pieno il cor di speranze?
Ma cerco invan, chiamo invan!
AD LIB E il pianger m'è sì caro,
che di pianto sol nutro il cor.

Mi sembra, senza lui2, triste ogni

Tanging larawan mo loco.
Ang nagiging ilaw Notte mi sembra il giorno;
Ay iyong ihulog mi sembra gelo il foco.
Puso mo sa akin Se pur talvolta spero
di darmi ad altra cura,
sol mi tormenta un pensiero:
Ma, senza lui, che farò?
CODA Mi par così la vita vana cosa
Ang iyong ihulog, ang iyong ihulog senza il mio ben.
Buhay, pag-asa, pag-asa

Let the bright seraphim Oh, lost enchantment of my dearly

George Frederic Handel
Let the bright seraphim
in burning row,
Their loud, uplifted angel trumpets
blow.
Let the cherubic host,
in tuneful choirs,
Touch their immortal harps
with golden wires.
beloved
Oh, lost enchantment of my dearly
beloved!
Far from my eyes is he
who was, to me, glory and pride!
Now through the empty rooms
I always seek him and call him
with a heart full of hopes?
But I seek in vain, I call in vain!
And the weeping is so dear to me,
that with weeping alone I nourish
my heart.
It seems to me, without him, sad
everywhere.
 The day seems like night to me;
the fire seems cold to me.
If, however, I sometimes hope
to give myself to another cure,
one thought alone torments me:
But without him, what shall I do?
To me, life seems a vain thing
without my beloved.
Bester Jungling
Et monter vers le cœur troublé ;
Un conseil de goûter le charme
d'être au monde,
Cependant qu'on est jeune et que le
soir est beau,
Car nous nous en allons comme s'en
va cette onde :
Elle à la mer, -- nous au tombeau
!
Beautiful Night

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
Bester jungling! Mit entzucken
nehm ich deine liebe an,
da in deinen holden blicken
ich mein gluck entdecken kann.
Aber ach! Wenn dustres leiden
unsrer liebe folgen soll,
lohnen dies der liebe freuden?
Jungling, das bedenke wohl!
Nichts ist mir so wert und teuer
als dein herz und deine hand,
voll vom reinsten liebesfeuer
geb ich dir mein herz zum pfand.
When streams turn pink in the setting sun,

And a slight shudder rushes through the
wheat fields,

A plea for happiness seems to rise out of all
things

And it climbs up towards the troubled heart.

A plea to relish the charm of life

While there is youth and the evening is fair,

For we pass away, as the wave passes:

The wave to the sea, we to the grave.

"Good young man, with enchantment

I accept your love!
For in your leasing glances
I can discover my happiness!
But, ah, if sad suffering
Should ensue from our love,
Is that worth the joys of love?
Young man, consider that carefully!
Nothing is as worthy and precious to me
As your heart and your hand!
Full of the purest ardor of love
I give you my heart in pledge!"

Beau Soir
Lorsque au soleil couchant les
rivières sont roses,
Et qu'un tiède frisson court sur les
champs de blé,
Un conseil d'être heureux semble
sortir des choses