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20 M​é​lodies, Op​.​21: XVII. Chant d'amour

from Aux filles du d​é​sert by Lisette Oropesa & Michael Borowitz

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GEORGES BIZET (1838-1875)

Chant d’amour
Text by Alphonse Marie Louis de Lamartine

Viens, cherchons une ombre propice,
Jusqu'à l'heure où de ce séjour
Les fleurs fermeront leur calice
Aux regards languissants du jour.
Voilà ton ciel, ô mon étoile!
Soulève, oh! soulève ce voile,
Éclaire la nuit de ces lieux;
Parle, chante, rêve, soupire,
Pourvu que mon regard attire Un regard errant de tes yeux.

Laisse-moi parsemer de roses
La tendre mousse où tu t'assieds,
Et près du lit où tu reposes
Laisse-moi m'asseoir à tes pieds.
Heureux le gazon que tu foules,
Et le bouton dont tu déroules
Sous tes doigts les fraîches couleurs!
Heureuses ces coupes vermeilles que pressent tes lèvres,
Pareilles a l’abeille, amante des fleurs!

Souviens-toi de l'heure bénie
Où les dieux, d'une tendre main,
Te répandirent sur ma vie
Comme l'ombre sur la chemin.
Depuis cette heure fortunée,
Ma vie à ta vie enchaînée,
Qui s'écoule comme un seul jour,
Est une coupe toujours pleine,
Où mes lèvres à longue haleine
Puisent l'innocence et l'amour.


GEORGES BIZET (1838-1875)

Love Song
Translation by Lisette Oropesa

Come, let us find a nice shade,
just until the hour when, from the time spent,
the flowers close their chalices
to the sluggish stares of the day.
Behold your sky, oh my star!
Lift, oh do lift your veil,
and light up the night of this place;
Speak, sing, dream, sigh,
so that I might attract a wayward glance from your eyes.

Let me cover with roses
the tender moss on which you sit,
And next to the bed upon which you rest,
let me sit at your feet.
Happy is the lawn on which you tread,
and the bud that you unfold
in your fingers, to show the freshest colors!
Happy are those rosy cups that you press to your lips,
which are like the bee, the lover of flowers.

Do you remember that blessed hour
when the gods, with a tender hand,
spread you throughout my life,
like a shadow across a path?
Since that fortunate moment,
my life became enchained with yours,
in which time passes like a single day;
It is a cup which is always full,
from which my lips, in a long breath,
draw innocence and love!

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from Aux filles du d​é​sert, released March 15, 2018

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Born in New Orleans, Louisiana to Cuban immigrants, Lisette Oropesa has ascended to the world's major operatic stages. Her lyric coloratura voice and inspiring personal story have gained her notoriety and recognition as one of the leading talents of her generation. ... more

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