Act I
Signore, ascolta!

- Turandot opera influenced by the Nizami Ganjavi's "Haft Peykar - هَفت پِیکَر - Seven Souls" Persian poet. (The daughter of the king of Turan rejects every suitor and sets deadly conditions for them until a great prince comes; the cards turn...)

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Act II
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Act III as the most important and famouse one which we hear Prince's cry by Pavarotti...

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Act III lyrics

🌄Nobody sleeps
Nessun dorma

Nobody sleeps
Nessun dorma

You too, oh Princess
Tu pure, oh Principessa

In your cold room
Nella tua fredda stanza

You look at the stars that tremble
Guardi le stelle che tremano

Of love and hope
D'amore e di speranza

But my mystery is closed within me
Ma il mio mistero è chiuso in me

No one will know my name
Il nome mio nessun saprà

No, no, in your mouth I will say it
No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dirò

When the light shines
Quando la luce splenderà

And my kiss will melt🪽
Ed il mio bacio scioglierà

The silence that makes you mine
Il silenzio che ti fa mia

Disappear, oh night
Dilegua, oh notte

Set, stars
Tramontate, stelle

Set, stars
Tramontate, stelle

I'll win at dawn
All'alba vincerò

I will win
Vincerò

I will win
Vincerò

Songwriters: Giacomo Puccini / Renato Simoni / Giuseppe Adami

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And he thought he was drowning
But you know so, so well
It's a chain now thine love...

©J. W. Waterhouse, Diogenes (1882). Oil on canvas, 24.9 x 17.8 cm (98 x 69.8 in). Art Gallery of New South Wales, Sydney

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🌊Here where the sea shines
Qui dove il mare luccica

And the wind blows strong
E tira forte il vento

On an old terrace
Su una vecchia terrazza

In front of the Gulf of Surriento
Davanti al Golfo di Surriento

A man hugs a girl
Un uomo abbraccia una ragazza

After he cried
Dopo che aveva pianto

Then he clears his throat
Poi si schiarisce la voce

And the singing begins again
E ricomincia il canto

I love you so much
Te voglio bene assaje

But you know so, so well
Ma tanto, tanto bene sai

It's a chain now
È una catena ormai

That melts the blood in your veins you know
Che scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai

He saw the lights in the middle of the sea
Vide le luci in mezzo al mare

He thought of the nights there in America
Pensò alle notti là in America

But they were only the lamps
Ma erano solo le lampare

And the white trail of a propeller
E la bianca scia di un'elica

He heard the pain in the music
Sentì il dolore nella musica

He got up from the piano
Si alzò dal pianoforte

But when he saw the moon coming out of a cloud
Ma quando vide la luna uscire da una nuvola

Even death seemed sweeter to him
Gli sembrò più dolce anche la morte

He looked the girl in the eyes
Guardò negli occhi la ragazza

Those green eyes like the sea
Quegli occhi verdi come il mare

Then suddenly a tear came out
Poi all'improvviso uscì una lacrima

And he thought he was drowning
E lui credette d'affogare

I love you so much
Te voglio bene assaje

But you know so, so well
Ma tanto, tanto bene sai

It's a chain now
È una catena ormai

That melts the blood in your veins you know
Che scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai

Power of lyric
Potenza della lirica

Where every drama is a fake
Dove ogni dramma è un falso

That with a little make-up and facial expressions
Che con un po' di trucco e con la mimica

You can become someone else
Puoi diventare un altro

But two eyes looking at you
Ma due occhi che ti guardano

So close and true
Così vicini e veri

They make you forget the words
Ti fan scordare le parole

They confuse thoughts
Confondono i pensieri

So everything becomes small
Così diventa tutto piccolo

Even the nights there in America
Anche le notti là in America

You turn around and see your life
Ti volti e vedi la tua vita

Like the wake of a propeller
Come la scia di un'elica

But yes, it's life that ends
Ma sì, è la vita che finisce

But he didn't think much about it
Ma lui non ci pensò poi tanto

In fact, he already felt happy
Anzi si sentiva già felice

And he began his singing again
E ricominciò il suo canto

I love you so much
Te voglio bene assaje

But you know so, so well
Ma tanto, tanto bene sai

It's a chain now
È una catena ormai

That melts the blood in your veins you know
Che scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai

I love you so much
Te voglio bene assaje

But you know so, so well
Ma tanto, tanto bene sai

It's a chain now
È una catena ormai

Which melts the blood in your veins you know
Che scioglie il sangue dint'e vene sai

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The mystery of mine hath been brought forth and my soul hath become a dying one.

©John Everett Millais (One of the founders of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood) - The Martyr of the Solway (Walker Art Gallery, Liverpool, c. 1871. Óleo sobre lienzo, 70.5 x 56.5 cm)

- The Martyr of the Solway (Margaret Wilson - c. 1667 – 11 May 1685) was a young Scottish Covenanter (members of a 17th-century Scottish religious and political movement, who supported Presbyterians (a Reformed (Calvinist) Protestant tradition) ) who was executed by drowning for refusing to swear an oath declaring James VII of Scotland (James II of England) as head of the church and last Catholic monarch of Britain.

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"Fill, Fill a Rún" is a traditional Irish (Gaelic-Celtic Language) melody (back to 1739) describing a mother’s desire for her son to return to the Catholic faith from being a Protestant clergyman during a time of religious persecution. (Many of the priests were banished and threatened with execution for high treason if they didn't accept the reformed denomination of the Irish state established Protestant Church.)

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⛪️ Fill fill a rún ó
Fill a rún ó is ná h’imigh uaim
Fill orm a chuisle ‘s a stóir
agus chifidh tú ‘n glór má fhillean tú

Shiuil mise thal is a bhus
i mólta ghrainn óige a rugadh mé
‘sni fhaca mé niontas go fóill
mar an sagart ó Dónaill ‘na mhinistir

Fill fill a rún ó
Fill a rún ó is ná h’imigh uaim
Fill orm a chuisle ‘s a stóir
agus chifidh tú ‘n glór má fhillean tú

Dhiultigh tú Peadar is Pól
már gheall ar an ór ‘s as an airgid
Dhiultigh tú banrion ná glóir
agus d’iompaig tú go cóta an mhinistir

Fill fill a rún ó
Fill a rún ó is ná h’imigh uaim
Fill orm a chuisle ‘s a stóir
agus chifidh tú ‘n glór má fhillean tú

•Translation:

Return, return, my dear.
Return my dear, and don’t leave me
Return to me, my darling and my dear
And you will see the glory if you return

I walked near and far
I was born in Mota Ghrainn Oige
And I have seen no wonder yet to
compare with Father O’Donnell becoming a minister

Return, return, my dear,
Return my dear, and don’t leave me
Return to me, my darling and my dear
And you will see the glory if you return

You renounced Peter and Paul
For the sake of gold and silver;
You renounced the Queen of Glory
And you began wearing the coat of the minister

Return, return, my dear,
Return my dear, and don’t leave me
If you return today or ever
Return in the order that you were trained in

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©Alphonsine Challié-Beauty with Pink Veil,1900

©Thomas Edwin Mostyn-Spring Gardens