Sven says:

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Once I translated “Sfogava con le stelle” for the church choir I was in, me being one of the few there knowing Italian. Then the choir leader said, “sorry we can’t sing this in church”. End of story.

This is what the song says:

One who was lovesick cried out his pain
 to the stars in the night
 and said looking up to them:
 O you beautiful pictures of my loved one
 just as you show me
 when you are gleaming, her outstanding beauty
 show her also
 how I burn for her
 and make her with your golden face as merciful to me
 as you make me love her.

Written by svensays

May 1, 2008 at 21:43

Posted in Monteverdi, music, poetry, Stockholm

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  1. Nice

    Dress Like a Princess

    May 5, 2008 at 13:52

  2. Thanks! Do you like old music?


    May 5, 2008 at 15:02

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