Ruggero Leoncavallo
L'aurora di bianco vestita
Gi
Di gi
Carezza de' fiori lo stuol!
Commosso da un fremito arcano
Intorno il creato gi
E tu non ti desti, ed invano
Mi sto qui dolente a cantar.
Metti anche tu la veste bianca
E schiudi l'uscio al tuo cantor!
Ove non sei la luce manca;
Ove tu sei nasce l'amor.
Commosso da un fremito arcano
Intorno il creato gi
E tu non ti desti, ed invano
Mi sto qui dolente a cantar.
Ove non sei la luce manca;
Ove tu sei nasce l'amor.
Morning Serenade
Dawn, dressed in white,
already opens the door to broad daylight;
already, with her rosy fingers,
she caresses the multitude of flowers!
All around, creation seems stirred
by a mysterious shiver;
and you do not awaken; and in vain
I stay here, aching to sing.
Put on your white dress too,
and open the door to your minstrel!
Where you are not, sunlight is missing;
where you are love dawns.
All around, creation seems stirred
by a mysterious shiver;
and you do not awaken; and in vain
I stay here, aching to sing.
Where you are not, sunlight is missing;
where you are love dawns.
