Classical Music | Ensemble Music

Recorded on 05/05/2004, uploaded on 02/18/2009

Musician's or Publisher's Notes

Folle e ben che si crede

Folle è ben che si crede

Che per dolci lusinghe amorose

O per fiere minaccie sdegnose

Dal bel idoo mio rittraga il piede

Cangi pur suo prigioniero

Spera che goda la libertà

Dica chi vuole dica chi sa.

Altri per gelosa

Spiri pur empie fiamme dal seno

Versi pure Megera il veneno

Perchè rompi al mio ben la fede mia

Morte il viver mi toglia

Mai fia ver che si scioglia

Quel caro laccio che preso m'ha

Dica chi vuole dica chi sa.

Ben havrò tempo, e loco

Da sfogar l'amoroser mie pene

Da temprar de l'amato mio bene

E de l'arso mio cor, l'occulto foco

E trà l'ombre, e gli orrori

De nuturni splendori

Il mio ben furto s'asconderà

Dica chi vuole dica chi sa.

He is indeed mad who believes

He can, by sweet and amorous flattery

Or by proud and haughty threats

Turn my steps away from my beautiful idol.

He might as well change his way of thinking,

For my captive heart                

Hopes only to enjoy freedom.

Say what you will, say what you may.

Others, out of jealousy,

May breath foul flames from their hearts,

A vixen may pour forth her venom

To destroy my trust in my beloved,

Death may snatch my life away,

But never will this precious bond

That binds me be loosened.

Say what you will, say what you may.

Soon shall I have both time and leisure

To give free vent to my amorous pangs,

To measure the secret fire

Of my beloved and of my burning heart,

And, 'twixt the shadows and frights

Of nocturnal splendors,

My beloved will secretly be hiding.

Say what you will, say what you may.

Courtesy of International Music Foundation.