Poi che volse la mia stella (Tromboncino) Carolyn Sampson – YouTube

Poi che volse la mia stella (Tromboncino) Carolyn SampsonPoi che volse la mia stella (barzelletta)
Bartolomeo Tromboncino (c. 1470 – c. 1535)

Carolyn Sampson, soprano
Robert Meunier, lute in A

Art in the video by Daniel Ridgway Knight (1839-1924)

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Video description & translation source: Poi che volse la mia stella (Tromboncino) Carolyn Sampson – YouTube Published on 7 Aug 2015 by Published on 7 Aug 2015

Text & Translation:

Poi che volse la mia stella
Per mirar l’altra beltade
D’un’ alpestra villanella
Che perdese libertade,
Cantar voglio mille fiade
Per sfogar il cieco ardore:
Che fa la ramacina caro amor
Deh che fa la che non ven?

Vaga e bella in sé racolta
Io la vidi in un chiar fonte
A lavar la prima volta
Ch’io mirai sua bella fronte
Tal che ognhor per piani e monte
Vo cantando a tutte l’hore:
Che fa la ramacina caro amor…

Quante volte alla dolce ombra
D’uno abetto un faggio un pino
Come fa l’hom che disgombra
Suo crudele e fier destino
Da la sera al matutino
Ho cantato con fervore:
Che fa la ramacina caro amor…

Mentre per le ombrose valli
Gli occelletti cantaranno
Mentri i liquidi cristalli
Giù dai monti scenderanno
Mai mei spirti non seranno
Stanchi de cantar col core:
Che fa la ramacina caro amor…

Since my fortunes turned
I have admired the beauty
Of a little mountain maid
And lost my freedom to her.
I sing a thousand songs
To quench my blind passion:
Where is my little darling love,
What is she doing that she does not come?

I first admired her lovely face,
Beautiful and unaware,
Washing in the waters
Of a clear mountain stream.
Since then, wandering over hills and plains,
I sing unceasingly:
Where is my little darling love…

How many times in the sweet shade
Of birch or beech or pine,
Like a man trying to shake off
His cruel, harsh fate,
From morning to night
Have I sung fervently:
Where is my little darling love…

As long as birds still sing
In the shady valleys,
As long as crystal streams
Descend the mountain slopes,
Never will my spirits tire
Of singing with all my heart:
Where is my little darling love…

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