Abschiedslied der Zugvögel, Op. 63 No. 2 (Felix Mendelssohn): Difference between revisions
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*{{PostedDate|2022-07-17}} {{CPDLno|70040}} [[Media:Canto d'addio dell'augello migrante.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:Canto d'addio dell'augello migrante.mxl|{{XML}}]] | |||
{{Editor|Claude Tallet|2022-07-17}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|423}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | |||
:{{EdNotes|Based on the scan below.}} | |||
*{{PostedDate|2015-07-16}} {{CPDLno|36104}} [{{website|pandolfo}}?attachment_id=822 {{net}}] | *{{PostedDate|2015-07-16}} {{CPDLno|36104}} [{{website|pandolfo}}?attachment_id=822 {{net}}] | ||
{{Contributor|Paolo Pandolfo|2015-07-16}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|300}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Contributor|Paolo Pandolfo|2015-07-16}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|300}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
:{{EdNotes|Scan from IMSLP of "Canto d'addio", transposed from g to e minor.}} | :{{EdNotes|Scan from IMSLP of "Canto d'addio", transposed from g to e minor.}} | ||
==General Information== | ==General Information== | ||
Revision as of 18:48, 17 July 2022
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- (Posted 2022-07-17) CPDL #70040:
- Editor: Claude Tallet (submitted 2022-07-17). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 423 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Based on the scan below.
- (Posted 2015-07-16) CPDL #36104:
- Contributor: Paolo Pandolfo (submitted 2015-07-16). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 300 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Scan from IMSLP of "Canto d'addio", transposed from g to e minor.
General Information
Title: Canto d'addio
Composer: Felix Mendelssohn
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 2vv Voicing: SA
Genre: Secular
Language: Italian
Instruments: Piano
First published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
Italian text
Era pur bel il bosco in fior!
ed ora il ciel non ha color!
La bella state omai passò
e i lieti dì con sé portò.
Noi correvam con lieto vol
dall’ombre folte al prato in fior
E scioglievam, bevendo il sol,
la più gentil canzon d’amor.
Ed or dobbiam di qua migrar,
i dolci nidi abbandonar,
volar lontan lontan, laggiù,
che patria omai non abbiam più!