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Italian - Classical

Un Bel Di
Artist(s): Elizabeth Zharoff

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Arranger(s):
Elizabeth Zharoff (ASCAP) 100%


Original Composer:
Giacomo Puccini (Public Domain)


Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%


Category:
Classical


Subcategories:
Chamber, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Opera, PD, Places and Locations, Public Domain, World Italian


Keywords:
Aria, Beautiful, Blissful, Classy, Dedication, Elegant, Emotional, Florence, Graceful, Heartfelt, Heavenly, High Society, Italy, Love, Moving, Museum, Naples, New York, Opera House, PD, Passionate, Play, Pleading, Powerful, Romantic, Rome, Sad, Soothing, Sophisticated, Soprano, Tender, Upper Class, Wealthy


Instruments:
Piano, Strings


BPM:
80


Language:
Italian


Key:
C♯/D♭


Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo


Time Signature:
3/4


Lyrics:
Un Bel Di

ITALIAN:

Un bel di, vedremo
Levarsi un fil di fumo sull'estremo
Confin del mare.
E poi la nave appare.
Poi la nave bianca
Entra nel porto, rumba il suo saluto.
Vedi? E venuto!
Io non gli scendo incontro. Io no.
Mi metto
La sul ciglio del colle e aspetto, e aspetto Gran tempo e non mi pesa
La lunga attesa.
E...uscito dalla folla cittadina
Un uom, un picciol punto
S'avvia per la collina.
Chi sarà? Chi sarà?
E come sarà giunto?
Che dirà? Che dirà?
Chiamerà Butterfly dalla lontana.
Io senza dar risposta
Me ne starò nascosta
Un po' per celia, e un po' per non morire Al primo incontro, ed egli alquanto in pena Chiamerà, chiamerà:
"Piccina mogliettina
Olezzo di verbena,"
I nomi che mi dava al suo venire.
Tutto questo avverrà, te lo prometto. Tienti la tua paura, - io son sicura
Fede l'aspetto

ENGLISH:

One fine day, we'll notice
A thread of smoke arising on the sea
In the far horizon,
And then the ship appearing.
Then the trim white vessel
Glides into the harbor,
Thunders forth her cannon.
See you? He is coming!
I do not go to meet him.
Not I. I stay
Upon the brow of the hillock and wait, and wait
For a long time, but never weary
Of the long waiting.
From out the crowded city,
There is coming a man -
A little speck in the distance, climbing the hillock. Can you guess who it is?
And when he's reached the summit
Can you guess what he'll say?
He will call "Butterfly" from the distance.
I, without answering,
Hold myself quietly concealed,
A bit to tease him, and a bit so as not to die
At our first meeting; and then, a little troubled,
He will call, he will call:
"Dear baby-wife of mine, dear little orange-blossom! The names he used to call me when he came here. This will all come to pass, just as I tell you.
Banish your idle fears - for he'll return, I know it.



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