ITTu che le vanità conoscesti del mondoE godi nell'avel il riposo profondo,Se ancor si piange in cielo, piangi sul mio dolor,E porta il pianto mio al trono del Signor.Carlo qui dee venir! che parta e scordi omai...A Posa di vegliar sui giorni suoi giurai.Ei segua il suo destin, la gloria il traccierà.Per me, la mia giornata a sera è giunta già!O Francia, nobil suol, sì caro ai miei verd'anni!Fontainebleau! ver voi schiude il pensiero i vanni.Giuro eterno d'amor là Dio da me ascoltò,E quest'eternità un giorno sol durò.Tra voi, vaghi giardin di questa terra ibéra,Se Carlo ancor dovrà fermare i passi a sera,Che le zolle, i ruscel', i fonti, i boschi, i fior,Con le loro armonie cantino il nostro amor.Addio, bei sogni d'ôr, illusion perduta!Il nodo si spezzò, la luce è fatta muta!Addio, verd'anni, ancor! cedendo al duol crudel,Il core ha un sol desir: la pace dell'avel!Tu che le vanità conoscesti del mondoE godi nell'avel d'un riposo profondo,Se ancor si piange in cielo, piangi sul mio dolor,E il tuo col pianto mio reca appié del Signor.

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You who knew the vanities of the worldAnd enjoy deep rest in avelIf you still cry in the sky, cry on my pain,And bring my tears to the throne of the Lord.Carlo here dee venir! that leaves and forgets omai ...Posa di vigil on his juraes days.And he follows his destiny, the glory will trace it.For me, my day in the evening has already arrived!O France, nobil suol, so dear to my two years!Fontainebleau! the vices are opened to you.I swear eternally of love there God listened to me,And this eternity one day only lasted.Among you, vague gardens of this Iberian land,If Carlo still has to stop the steps in the evening,That the clods, the ruscel ', the sources, the woods, the flowers,Our harmonies sing with their harmonies.Goodbye, beautiful dreams d'ôr, lost illusion!The knot broke, the light is mute!Goodbye, two years, still! yielding to the cruel duol,The core has a sol desir: the peace of the avel!You who knew the vanities of the worldAnd enjoy in the avel of a deep rest,If you still cry in the sky, cry on my pain,And yours with my weeping bears the sign of the Lord.

Sì, mi chiamano MimìMa il mio nome è LuciaLa storia mia è breveA tela o a setaRicamo in casa e fuori...Son tranquilla e lietaEd è mio svagoFar gigli e roseMi piaccion quelle coseChe han sì dolce malìaChe parlano d'amor, di primavereChe parlano di sogni e di chimereQuelle cose che han nome poesia...Lei m'intende?(Sì)Mi chiamano MimìIl perché non soSola, mi fo'Il pranzo da me stessaNon vado sempre a messaMa prego assai il SignorVivo sola, solettaLà in una bianca camerettaGuardo sui tetti e in cieloMa quando vien lo sgeloIl primo sole è mioIl primo bacio dell'aprile è mio!Il primo sole è mioGermoglia in un vaso una rosa...Foglia a foglia la spio!Così gentil il profumo d'un fiore!Ma i fior ch'io faccio, ahiméI fior ch'io faccio, ahimé, non hanno odoreAltro di me non le saprei narrareSono la sua vicina che la vien fuori d'ora a importunare

ENYes, they call me Mimibut my true name is Lucia.My story is short.A canvas or a silkI embroidery at home and abroad...I am happy and at peaceand my pastimeis to make lilies and roses.I love all thingsthat have gentle sweet smells,that speak of love, of spring,of dreams and fanciful things,those things that have poetic names ...Do you understand me?They call me Mimi,I do not know why.Alone, I makelunch by myself.I do not go to church,but I pray a lot to the Lord.I stay all alonethere in a white roomand look upon the roofs and the skybut when the thaw comesThe first sun, like myfirst kiss, is mine!Buds in a vase...Leaf and leaf I spy!That gentle perfume of a flower!But the flowers that I make,Alas! no smell.Other than telling you about me, I know nothing.I am only your neighbor who comes out to bother you.

Vissi d'arte, vissi d'amore,non feci mai male ad anima viva!Con man furtivaquante miserie conobbi aiutai.Sempre con fè sincerala mia preghieraai santi tabernacoli salì.Sempre con fè sinceradiedi fiori agli altar.Nell'ora del doloreperché, perché, Signore,perché me ne rimuneri così?Diedi gioielli della Madonna al manto,e diedi il canto agli astri, al ciel,che ne ridean più belli.Nell'ora del dolore,perché, perché, Signore,ah, perché me ne rimuneri così?
J'ai vécu d'art, j'ai vécu d'amour,je n'ai jamais fait de mal à âme qui vive !Par une main cachéej'ai soulagé toutes les misères que j'ai rencontrées.Toujours avec une foi sincèrema prièreest allée vers le saint tabernacle.Toujours avec une foi sincèrej'ai offert des fleurs à l'autel.En ce temps de douleurpourquoi, pourquoi, Seigneur,pourquoi m'en récompenses-tu ainsi ?J'ai offert des joyaux pour le manteau de la Madone,et offert mon chant aux étoiles, au ciel,qui en resplendissaient, encore plus beaux.En ce temps de douleurpourquoi, pourquoi, Seigneur,ah, pourquoi m'en récompenses-tu ainsi ?
I lived for my art, I lived for love,I never did harm to a living soul!With a secret handI relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of.Always with true faithmy prayerrose to the holy shrines.
Always with true faithI gave flowers to the altar.
In the hour of griefwhy, why, o Lord,why do you reward me thus?I gave jewels for the Madonna’s mantle,and I gave my song to the stars, to heaven,which smiled with more beauty.In the hour of griefwhy, why, o Lord,ah, why do you reward me thus?

and will my lips get coldkeeping the words untold ?the only sound around :a crack of dry leaves on the groundI always start too latewe only have to waitand they all lead to somewhere
turning out the lightsI’m looking for a signI was so wrongchoose another gameI’m burning in the flameand it’s too long
another burning houseI saw it in your eyeswe only have to waitand still the moment has to comein between sun and shadedon’t leave me burning in the flameand they all lead to somewhere
turning out the lightsI’m looking for a signI was so wrongchoose another gameI’m burning in the flameand it’s too longgive up for love
and I could burn by self-ignitionwhy is our love so strange ?we could be lost by disconnectionwhy do you want to seem so strong ?
everyone alonelost in echotogether in a crowded placenow ready for a changehold your weaponI wouldn’t get so close to flameseveryone alonelost in echoall alone in a crowded placebut now I’m lost and I’ve nothing else to saybut choose the right game

One day if you don’t mindI’ll take you undergroundWhere the freaks dance aroundUnder the vaults of a forgotten cave
There’ll be crazy bandsActing extremely strangelyThere might be monster gangsWho knows what arises when you’re open to change?
And we’ll be sliding in the darkWith magnifying glassesIt all seems to be so starkBut we love seedy places
And this black will be as brightAs the rays of the sunlightAnd the colours of their smilesWill paint our lips in mauveAnd I’ll stop holding backThose words I love you
A flood of words will gush upWe’ll speak and speak endlesslyWe’ll fill our eyes with passionUnder the vaults of the forgotten cave
Lifted up by the momentOverwhelmed with emotionsOur hearts will skip a few beatsWho knows what arises when you’re open to change?
I know your heart is differentYou don’t resemble what you areSo one day if you don’t mindI’d like to take you underground
Where the black will be as brightAs the rays of the sunlightAnd the colours of the smilesWill paint our lips in mauveAnd I’ll stop holding
Those words I love you