Lydia, Op. 4, No. 2 (Gabriel Fauré)

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• (Posted 2021-11-22)  CPDL #66839:       

Editor: Stuart Moffatt (submitted 2021-11-22).   Score information: A3, 2 pages, 283 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes:

• (Posted 2021-04-13)  CPDL #64047:     

Editor: Eric Esparza (submitted 2021-04-13).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 84 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Arranged by Eric Esparza for SATB and piano (F major)

• (Posted 2008-07-21)  CPDL #17610: 

Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-07-21).  Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 150 kB   Copyright: Public Domain

Edition notes: In English and French. Edition in G.

• (Posted 2006-08-09)  CPDL #12243: 

Editor: Pierre Gouin (submitted 2006-08-09).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 108 kB   Copyright: Personal

Edition notes: Original scoring - high solo. Scroll down to 2. Lydia (Original key: F major).

• (Posted 2003-10-04)  CPDL #05600: 

Editor: Christian Mondrup (submitted 2003-10-04).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 48 kB   Copyright: Personal

Edition notes: arranged for SATB choir a cappella by Christian Mondrup, Daniel Taupin in memoriam.

General Information

Title: Lydia, Op. 4, No. 2
Composer: Gabriel Fauré
Lyricist: Leconte de Lisle

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Solo high
Genre: Secular, Chanson

Language: French
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1884

Description: 

External websites:

• Entry at "Art Song Central" for this song
• Entry at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
• English translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"
• German translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"

Original text and translations

French text

Lydia sur tes roses joues
Et sur ton col frais et si blanc,
Roule étincelant
L’or fluide que tu dénoues;

Le jour qui luit est le meilleur,
Oublions l’éternelle tombe.
Laisse tes baisers de colombe
Chanter sur ta lèvre en fleur.

Un lys caché répand sans cesse
Une odeur divine en ton sein;
Les délices comme un essaim
Sortent de toi, jeune déesse.

Je t’aime et meurs, ô mes amours.
Mon âme en baisers m’est ravie!
O Lydia, rends-moi la vie,
Que je puisse mourir, mourir toujours!