Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis (Maurice Ravel)

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• (Posted 2012-05-08)  CPDL #26106:   

Editor: Rogério Nunes Wolff (submitted 2012-05-05).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 46 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: French lyrics

• (Posted 2008-03-04)  CPDL #16292:     

Editor: Yves Gadioux (submitted 2008-03-04).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 149 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: includes both French and English text underlays. (2008-04-10) fixed errors in the English lyrics included into the score

General Information

Title: Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis (Three lovely birds from Paradise)
Composer: Maurice Ravel

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
with SATB soli
Genre: Secular, Chanson

Languages: French, English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1916 in Trois Chansons, no. 2
Description: 

Original text and translations

French text Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis, (Mon ami z'il est à la guerre) Trois beaux oiseaux du Paradis Ont passé par ici. Le premier était plus bleu que ciel, (Mon ami z'il est à la guerre) Le second était couleur de neige, Le troisième rouge vermeil. "Beaux oiselets du Paradis, (Mon ami z'il est à la guerre) Beaux oiselets du Paradis, Qu'apportez par ici?" "J'apporte un regard couleur d'azur. (Ton ami z'il est à la guerre)" "Et moi, sur beau front couleur de neige, Un baiser dois mettre, encore plus pur" "Oiseau vermeil du Paradis, (Mon ami z'il est à la guerre) Oiseau vermeil du Paradis, Que portez-vous ainsi?" "Un joli cœur tout cramoisi … (Ton ami z'il est à la guerre)" "Ah! je sens mon cœur qui froidit … Emportez-le aussi".

English translation Three lovely birds from Paradise (My belov'd is to the fighting gone) Three lovely birds from Paradise Have flown along this way. The first was bluer than Heaven's blue (My belov'd is to the fighting gone) The second white as the fallen snow The third was wrapt in bright red glow. "Ye lovely birds from Paradise (My belov'd is to the fighting gone) Ye lovely birds from Paradise What bring ye then this way?" "I bring to thee a glance of azure (Thy belov'd is to the fighting gone)" "And I on fairest snow white brow A fond kiss must leave, yet purer still." "Thou bright red bird from Paradise (My belov'd is to the fighting gone) Thou bright red bird from Paradise What bringest thou to me?" "A faithful heart all crimson red, (Thy belov'd is to the fighting gone)" "Ah! I feel my heart glowing cold… Take it also with thee."