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RV 644 21 Air: Come, come, follow me, my faithful.

Come, come, follow me, my faithful
beloved Abra,
deprived of your husband.
Like a turtle-dove I moan and sigh with you.
In this dire fate you are my trusted companion,
when our thankless destiny
is fulfilled,
you shall have me as a joyful companion.
 

RV 644, 20 Recitative: You too, Jewish maid.

VAGAUS
You too, Jewish maid,
in our so great joy,
will be in your heart happy and quiet.
 
ABRA
How bravely speaks
the servant, never to be outdone by his Lord.
Let's hurry, Judith: everywhere and always,
as you, confident in the heavens,
shall I be a faithful companion to my mistress.
.
 

RV 644 8 Recitative and Air: Do not fear, be glad

Recitative
Abra
Do not fear, be glad,
beloved chaste widow
wait for the sure reward of your virtue.
 
Aria
Abra:
To the fine splendor of your face
anger yields, love smiles.
and gladly applauds the consent of all
to the majesty of your presence.
 

RV 644 9 Recitative: Look humbly prostrated.

ABRA:
Look humbly prostrated
before the glory of your face
how In ecstasy is these well-armed people.
JUDITH
No more! To Holofernes,
please, guide me now,
valiant leaders of battles.
I come a messenger of peace, not of war.
 

RV 644 2. Splendid and joyous day.

Splendid and joyous day,
you noble and fortunate heroes!
The fate, the stars, the heaven are on your side:
After so many centuries
the long-awaited light come, the long-desired light,
by which you will be great through your leader
and your leader great through you.
Equally yet today
shall you share the victory
and for your undefeated king,
honor and glory.
 

RV 644 4. Recitative: My commander, my Lord.

VAGAUS
My commander, my Lord…
HOLOFERNES
What do you want?
VAGAUS
I come as messenger of your happiness.
HOLOFERNES
What good news do you bring?
VAGAUS
Nothing but a great addition to your glory,
and, truly, a sweet portent to your eyes.
HOLOFERNES
Speak.
 

RV 644 10 Air: How beautiful, fair, pretty you are.

AIR
SOPRANO (Vagaus)
How beautiful, fair, pretty you are,
our only and true hope of victory!
CHOIR
How beautiful, fair, pretty you are,
our only and true hope of victory!
SOPRANO
Honour the tent of the leader with your look
and all the things of Holofernes you want, wait and hope.
CHOIR
Honour the tent of the leader with your look
and all the things of Holofernes you want, wait and hope.
 

RV 644 18. Recitativo: In my tent let it be served.

OLOFERNE
In my tent let it be
served a superb dinner.
Whatever swims in the Pontus,
or flyes in the sky, and whatever earth nourishes
shall not be hard to obtain.
Here, to our queen,
whom you, Vagaus, will serve,
be given the sweet gift of the Cretan Lyaeus.
 

Don’t Leave

*Man: Girl, don’t leave
I sing a song to keep you
There is my true love for you in the song
There is your tenderness in the song
 
*Woman: Brother, brother, I won’t leave
I’ll stay with you till the end
Stay with you till stars stop blinking
Stay with you till the moon hides in the ravine
 
Man: Don't leave
Woman: I won't
Man: Ever took an oath
Woman: Had a pinky swear
Man: Don't leave
Woman: I won't
Male: Sky as quilt
Female: Ground as bed
 
Repeat*
 
Man: Don't leave
Woman: I won't
Man: Light up a lamp
Female: Repair a house
Man: Don't leave
Woman: I won't
Male: Have a baby
Female: Keep a dog
(x2)
Man: Don't leave
 

I Was Dreaming

I was dreaming
That I heard the bell
But you weren't standing there
We're still here
Right in the middle of it
We shouldn't think wishfully
We still live within all the measures
From one and a half meters
Society
It is the manner in which
We touch one another
Far and yet
Close
Love is the best form of control
In search
Of the new
Ordinary
When comes
The final round
I was dreaming
That I heard the bell
 

Give me peace

Look at
The world and respect yourself.
Remove everything
That is evil and lesser.
Eternal threats, wars
Where there are war-zones everywhere.
Tell me
Do you think it's necessary?
 
[Chorus:]
Give me peace,
and I'd follow it anywhere.
Give me peace,
And I'd embrace you.
Yes, show me
How to reconcile and reach a common ground.
Give me, give me peace.
 
As you look,
Your life is ending.
Stand up
Now kick your foot against it.
Wars of power, religion,
Stealing, and bullets
Do you hear it?
The call of death and beyond
 
[Chorus]
 
Wars of power, religion,
Stealing, and bullets
Do we
Know anyone who has been victorious in war?
 
[Chorus]
 

Paul's Song (Tonight, I drink!)

Tonight, I drink!
Yet, you can turn off the lamp
And, your white hand slides over the ramp
Climbing up to your room
To search your dark sleep
Me, I stay downstairs
 
And, I drink!
Yeah, I promised!
Yeah, but I drink anyways!
Go away, I love you!
Return back to your night
 
I drink...
To the women who didn't love me
To the children that I've never had
Especially to you, who also wanted me...
 
I drink...
To those houses that I left
To the friends who brought me down
Especially to you, who kissed me
Especially to you, who kissed me
 
At that night
We went out to a cinema
The weather was bad
On the Vivienne Street
I was very elegant
I had my Canadian (girl)
You, you had your red coat
And, I looked over your mouth
As if it was a fruit under the rain
As if it was a fruit under the rain
 
Tonight, I drink
 
Happily, I never get drunk
(Go to) Sleep... Tonight, I am going to write my book
It's time, since those times.
It's my novel, it's my story!
There are things, that, we don't write
When it's too late
When it's already been night
Sleep, I love you
Sleep in my life
 
I drink...
To the letters that I didn't write
To the bastards who deserve those
But, I don't know anymore where they live
 
I drink...
To all ideas that I had
Also I drink starting from the one's had me
Especially to you who defended me
Especially to you who defended me
 
On that day,
In a café, in the 15th (district)
You said to me: 'I love you'
I wasn't listening
There was a group over there
They were talking politically
I had a quarrel with someone
And you took me away
As if I was a wounded little kid
As if I was a wounded little kid
 
I drink...
To the combat you led
To take myself away from the festivity
Tonight, I drink to your defeat
 
I drink...
To the times that passed cursing you
To (the times that passed) making you laugh, cherishing you
To the times that passed aging you
 
I drink...
To the women who didn't love me
To the children that I didn't have
Especially to you, who also wanted me...
Especially to you, who also wanted me...
 

I thought I heard

Versions: #1
Darling, since this morning
I've crawled like a loser
in the gutters
From Montparnasse to Château d'Eau
 
I've had glass after glass after glass
Zubrowska, Riesling and Piper
Desperate, at my wit's end
I came back to see you
 
I just would like a body
I've come just for a pair of arms
A comforting bed
Some treats between the sheets
But alas, instead
 
I believe I heard 'I love you'
I thought 'that's his problem'
I believe I heard 'I love you'
I thought 'that's his problem'
 
Never mind that you believe it
Never mind that I am
At my wit's end, desperate
None of that between us
 
I'm okay with being a body
Why not give you my arms?
My bed is still okay
for laughing or dirtying the sheets.
But I'm afraid for all this
You might hear 'I love you'
You might hear 'I love you'
 
I'm old, widowed and narrow minded
A poor moronic secretary
I am young, handsome and Breton
I smell like rain, ocean and lemon crêpes
 
Be a bit quiet, little treasure
You've got it all wrong yet again
I'm very precious, so spare me.
Alright, but none of that between us.
 
I'm okay with being a body
I'm only looking for some arms
My bed is still okay
Some treats beneath the sheets
But I'm afraid for all this
You might hear...
 

Song of the Seine

THe Seine is so lucky.
Coz it has no worry.
It flows a happy life
Both at day and at night.
It comes out of its Spring
So softly, noiselessly
Without being mossy
Without leaving its bed
It goes to the seaside
Just passing through Paris.
 
The Seine is so lucky
Coz it has no worry
And when it has a walk
Along along its wharves
With its so nice green dress
And all its golden lights
Our Lady, so jealous,
So stern and immobile
From the top of its stones
Gives it a few ogles.
 
But the Seine doesn't Care
No, it has no worry
It flows a happy life
Both at day and at night
It goes towards Le Havre
It goes to the seaside
Passing, as in a Dream,
Amidst the mysteries
Miseries of Paris.
 

Song of the gaoler.

Where are you going, you, handsome gaoler?
Holding this blood-stained Key?
I'm going to free the woman I love,
If it is still the Time to,
And whom I have locked up
Tenderly, cruelly,
In the deep of my desire
In the deepest of my torment
In the lies about the future
In all the stupid oaths
I want to free her
I want her to be free
Even to forget me
Even even to flee
Even to Come back one
Day and love me again
Or to love another man
If another man pleases her
If I remain alone
And she remains away
I'll only keep, only,
And I'll keep for ever
In the hollow of my hands
Till the end of my days
THe softness of her breasts
That had been shaped by Love.
 

Sad song

Versions: #1
A musician begins in front of his blank page
A sad waltz, they're not always cheerful, these artists
He sings for himself the notes that come into his mind
Like an autumn wind, it's not always cheerful, Poland
 
His sadness stole the song from the piano
And it plays on your stereo
When you have a heavy heart at night
His song, it's the goodbye he didn't know how to tell her
The kind of music to reminice, to reminice
 
The sun rises again, he's used his ink pen
On his sad waltz, they don't sleep often, these artists
What does it matter who you love, the goodbyes are the same
And the autumn wind goes way further than Poland
 
His song, he wrote it without knowing how
It's probably his heart that you can hear
When someone else sings it passing by
His song, it's his goodbye he didn't know how to tell her
The kind of music to reminice, to reminice
 
A musician begins in front of his blank page
A sad waltz, they're not always cheerful, these artists
He sings for himself the notes that come into his mind
Like an autumn wind, it's not always cheerful, Poland
 

My goats

1. ||: My goats are in the forrest, gnaws the bark from the trees :||
— ||: Tri di ralla sudli du dej
Tri di ralla sudli du
Our maids and farmhands put knee against knee :||
 
2. ||: My goats are in the forrest, and puts knee against knee :||
— ||: Tri di ralla sudli du dej
Tri di ralla sudli du
Our maids and farmhans gnaws the bark from the trees :||
 

Lars Persson

1. Lars Persson has proposed to me in these days,
But greatly he betrays himself, if he thinks that he pleases me.
He had cow, he had goat, he had house, he had fields.
He had a fat sow, he had boat and nets.
He fools himself, if he thinks that he will get me, but he has got so fair eyes
 
2. I don't care about sow or goats, nor about his meadows.
I don't care about house or fields, and nor about his money.
There are lasses in a row, who wants him, He can take whoever he wants
I don't care who that will be, no matter how he twists and turns
But, yet I still I think about that he has got so fair eyes.
 

My rose, my lily

1. ||: My rose, my lily
I want to live all my days of life together with you :||
 
2. ||: When I have become grey and old
Then, I have given all my days to you! :||
 

We will dance with Sara

1. ||: We will dance with Sara
As long as the clogs last :||
— ||: Jam da di da di deja da di da :||
We will dance with Sara
 
2. ||: We will dance until the moon arise
Or till the music ends1 :||
— ||: Jam da di da di deja da di da :||
Or till the music ends
 

• 1. tiga ’being silent’

Little Lasse

Little Lasse sits and cries
he has lost his fishing boat
Don't cry anymore, little Lasse
the boat lies in the reeds
Full of roach and bleak
 
Lasse, row homewards, Lasse, row homewards
Mother has got a child
The cow has got a calf
The sow has got ten little pigs
 

Little bullock

Little bullock, little cow
Where is he and where is she?
Where is he and where is she?
Where is that, which thou seek?
Little bullock, little cow
Come they shall, both he and she,
Come they shall, both he and she.
 

I swear I won't forget you

I swear I won't forget you
nor your love
As long as I remember you
How can I forget you?
Not in two days
nor after many years
For I still reside in your heart
 
Who would forget their lover?
Not my heart, no
And if said-lover wished to leave
It will refuse
 
Your love is unlike any other
Our hearts have become one
 
And I'll live the rest of my life with you
 
Love is appealing to me
but not without you, no
And I miss you, you who have forgotten me
and none other than you
 
Even if you leave and never come back
There is none other than you, my love
 
And my heart will always lead me to you
 

Songs Are Useless

Songs are useless.
They're nothing but words and wind.
They never go too far
and never last for too long.
 
You're everything, you're everything to me.
I have nothing else to say but that
'cause time goes by or stops here.
You're everything to me.
 
I don't see anything more urgent
than enjoying the moment we have.
The moment is now.
 
Songs are useless.
They're nothing but words and wind.
They never go too far
and never last for too long.
 
If I was everything, everything to you,
what else do you want after this?
Time could stop here.
You're everything to me.
 
Let's enjoy the time we have
and we will see tomorrow,
and we will see for good.
 
Songs are useless.
They're nothing but words and wind.
They never go too far
and never last for too long.
 
Songs don't replace anything.
Don't replace anything.
 
Songs are useless.
They're nothing but words and wind.
They never go too far
and never last for too long.
 

Christina is dancing

Christina is dancing over the meadows
She is dancing alone under the stars
She is swaying her skirt over the flowers
Thinking of her dear friend only
 
Why did you not come to the birches?
Why have you forgotten the one you hold dear?
Why did I stand there waiting
When you've got someone else close to your heart?
 
Reflection in the black tarn
Tell me am I not the most beautiful one in the village?
Answer me white water lily
Has the summer seen a more beauteous bride?
 
Christina is dancing over the meadows
She is dancing alone under the stars
She is dancing in the early hours of dawn
Thinking of her dear friend only
 
Reflection in the black tarn
Tell me am I not the most beautiful one in the village?
Answer me white water lily
Has the summer seen a more beauteous bride?
 
Christina is dancing over the meadows
She is dancing alone under the stars
She is dancing in the early hours of dawn
Thinking of her dear friend only
 
She is dancing in the early hours of dawn
Thinking of her dear friend only
 

The song at Hansan Island

HanSan, the moonlight shines at night.
At tower, sit withe sword at waist.
Wherever hearing, pipe no sight.
It makes me lay my heart to waste.
 

Everyone Has a Love Song

It suffices on piano that, with one finger, I play this tune,
or that a violin plays it at the back of a courtyard.
And so I seem to hear an entire orchestra playing for me
because everyone has a love song.
 
The trees of winter are covered with flowers,
the sky turns blue as if the birds had returned.
And I imagine seeing us again dancing together, laughing together,
while listening to our love song.
 
And yet I really know that all between us ended a long time ago.
Sometimes the happiness of a lifetime lasts only one springtime.
 
If this melody makes the hearts of other lovers beat faster,
for its sake, I pray to heaven that they stay in love forever.
But do not feel bad for me if, when I hear it, I have tears in my eyes,
because everyone has a love song.
 

3 Songs: A Luigi Tenco Medley

And far, far away in time,
something in the eyes of another
will make you think again of my eyes—
of these eyes that loved you so very much.
 
And far, far away in the world—
in the smile on the lips of another—
you will see that shyness
of which you made such fun.
 
And far, far away in time,
by chance, the look on a face
will recall to you my face
and the sad expression that you so loved.
 
And far, far away in the world,
one beautiful evening, you will be with someone else.
And suddenly, who knows how or why?
You will find yourself speaking to her of me.
 
A love, from this day on, so far away.
 
___________________
 
The usual road, white like salt—
the wheat to grow, the fields to plow.
Watching every day to see if it rains or shines,
to know if tomorrow you will live or die,
and one day saying 'no more' and leaving.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
Going far away to search for another world,
saying farewell to the courtyard, going away in a dream.
And then a thousand streets, grey like smoke,
in a world of lights—feeling yourself so insignificant.
Leaping a hundred years in just one day,
from oxcarts in the fields—to airplanes in the sky.
And understanding none of it and yearning to return to you.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
Not knowing what to do in a world that knows all,
and having not even a single cent to return to you.
 
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
Goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye my love, goodbye.
 
___________________
 
When, in the evening, I return home,
I hardly have the will to speak.
Do not gaze at me with such tenderness
as if I were a child who returned disappointed.
Yes, I know, that this is most certainly not the life
that you envisioned one day for us.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 
You will see, you will see that I am not yet finished.
I cannot tell you how or when, but all will change.
 
I would rather know that you cry—
that you reproach me for having disappointed you—
and not to see you always so sweet.
Accept all that comes from me,
it makes me think more about you,
and I cannot give you more than that of me.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 
You will see, you will see, you will see that it will change—
perhaps not tomorrow but one fine day it will change.
 

Sparkle☆彡Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure

Heart throbbing dreams are shining
Exciting worlds are expanding
Lightly! Jump over the galaxy
Sparkle! You are also a Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure
 
I want to encounter more 'I love you's than the usual 'I like you's
Our connected hearts are bound by zero gravity (infinite imagination)
Look! Even strange friends can daydream and head straight to space
I won't wait for the go sign!
 
Look upon a star☆ These colorful possibilities
Are what freely draw out the future
A fantasia night will make wishes come true!!
 
Heart throbbing♡ dreams are shining
Exciting worlds☆ are expanding
Go! Go! Go beyond your imagination
What should I do tomorrow?
Sparkle wonderfully when we're together!
Invincible! When connecting smiles
Sparkle! You are also a Star☆Twinkle Pretty Cure
Pretty Cure!!
 

The Song of My Happiness

The bird on the branch
sings out his love, starting at dawn.
Reeds bend over,
murmuring words over the water of streams.
And I want to sing for you too—
listen to me.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—
my song is always the same,
it comes straight from my heart.
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you—
my song is always the same,
it is the song of my happiness
 
The mom who awakens
sings softly to rock the child.
The voice of an old woman
seeking to smile as if she were twenty years old.
And I want to sing for you too—
listen to me.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
my song is always the same,
it comes straight from my heart.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
my song is always the same,
it's the song of my happiness.
 
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,
my song is always the same,
it comes straight from my heart ...
 

A Song of the Streets

It's a song of the streets
that tells a story,
that of a stubborn love
that wants to know nothing
about the heart that falls asleep—
about the fire that turns to ash—
about the caresses that you forget
by dint of waiting for them.
 
A song of the streets—
one more song—
four cents of love—
that I sing
so that you hear me.
 
A song of love—
a song about
one more love
that I sing
so that you hear it.
 
The story of a beating heart,
despite the passing time,
that wonders why
all loves are erased—
why the day breaks
when it should not—
and leaves me on the beach
when you—you are no longer there.
 
A song of the streets—
one more song—
four cents of love—
that I sing
so that you hear me.
 
A song of love—
a song about
one more love
that I sing
so that you hear it—
so that you hear it—
you hear it.
 

A Study In Overthinking

[Intro]
The things, I'm thinking about, I can't explain
I hope you don't misunderstand
The days fall hard down on my empty head
Sorry for thinking out loud, yeah, yeah
 
[Verse 1]
They say I think too much, I say they think too little
I lower my gaze, believe me I don't regard them, no
For sure not those clicks that says, I might as well just nod at them
Fuck that shit, I'd rather leave it be
Why would I be out getting to know everyone and their mothers?
No, I'm here now
Sit down, take a sip, let me know how it's going
With you and your problems, oh my God, it's been so long
You cant find yourself? Believe me, it's a sign of the times
Believe me, it's not the cool thing to say, but I've tried the same before
Been close to burning out, exactly like a flame does
I think thoughts out loud, making my friends roll their eyes
I probably say things, that makes me end up in a straitjacket
But seriously, should I just follow suit?
Should I just be quiet and smile? Should I essentially give up?
Why do I keep thinking about it? Should really just stop, but
 
[Chorus]
Red-hot, golden glow, just like a sunset
New hope in deep blue, as when darkness falls
The eyes beam at everything you can see
One sip for me, one sip for you, one sip for me
Blackbird, snow white, turn around and come back
Right in the middle under the coldest of lights
Close your eyes and see everything, you can't see
One sip for you, one sip for me, one sip for you, one sip for me
 
[Verse 2]
So is there room for me here?
Room for the thoughts I'm thinking? Is there room for thoughts?
Should I let the ship sail? Should I anchor?
I don't know but I know, I shouldn't listen to them at all
I should just listen to myself, but I can't help it
The things I think about always makes it hard
I think about things so heavy, I took my time
Took my head for repair, said: 'Is it supposed to say like this?'
Just the other day I caught myself acting as my own fucking shrink
And I'm so schizophrenic I took two glasses of water, yeah I took two Ibuprofen
I thought I was losing it, now I'm good again
But I have no use of that shit, I mean
Should I really just follow suit?
Should I just be quiet and smile? Should I essentially give up?
Should I keep my eyes down? Should I mend my own business?
Is there room for another hello? Is there room for goodbye?
I don't know