LUCIANO PAVAROTTI 1935-2007

Nessun Dorma

John Foy — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 18:27:39 GMT

Nessun Dorma achieved pop status after it was used by the BBC for their TV coverage of the 1990 Football World Cup, See the video link below. It's as good now as it ever was. Luciano's signature rendition and the best...The title translates from Italian to "No one will sleep", English Translation. The Prince: No one shall sleep! ... No one shall sleep! Even you, O Princess, in your cold room, watch the stars, that tremble with love and with hope. But my secret is hidden within me, my name no one shall know ... No! ... No!... On your mouth I will tell it when the light shines. And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine! ... The Chorus of women: No one will know his name and we must, alas, die. The Prince: Vanish, O night! Set, stars! Set, stars! At dawn, I will win! I will win! I will win!

Torna a Sorrento (Come back to Sorrento)

John Foy — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 17:47:28 GMT

This song was inspired by a man. In September 1902 the president Giuseppe Zanardelli went to an official visit to Sorrento. He took up lodgings in to hotel in which worked Giambattista De Curtis as a decorator. In those days Sorrento town was a failure, The roads were terrible and the local services did not work and houses were not done well. To get president Zanardelli to do something as soon as possible he wrote him this song. . The words of this song invited the president to return to Sorrento to look at all its beauty. From then on this Neapolitan song is one of its most famous in the world. The song was written in a very short time and yet it will stay with us forever... as will the Pavarotti renditions. God Bless Luciano. Sunlight dances on the sea Tender thoughts occur to me I have often seen your eyes In the nighttime when I dream When I pass a garden fair And the scent is in the air In my mind a dream awakes And my heart begins to break But you said goodbye to me Now all I can do is grieve Can it be that you forgot? Darling forget me not! Please don't say farewell And leave this heart that's broken Come back to Sorrento So I can mend

Ave Maria

John Foy — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 17:21:19 GMT

"This is one of seven poems from Sir Walter Scott's The Lady of the Lake which Schubert set to music in 1825. Translation Hail Mary, maiden of heaven, sovereign of grace and Pious Mother accept every hour a fervent prayer. Do not deny to my lost heart to tremble in its pain. Lost, my soul turns to you and full of hope it prostrates itself at your feet. It invokes and awaits for the beautiful peace that only You can give it. Hail Mary, full of grace, Mary, full of grace x 2. Hail mother of the Lord. The Lord be with thee. Thou [art] blessed amongst all women and blessed [are] men.And blessed is the fruit of the womb,of thy womb Jesus. Hail Mary!

O sole mio

John Foy — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 17:05:47 GMT

"O sole mio" is a globally famous Neapolitan song written in 1898. A famous tale surrounding the song is its playing in the 1920 Olympic Games, in Antwerp, Belgium, when the music to the Italian national anthem could not be found Neapolitan Italian Text Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole, n'aria serena doppo na tempesta! Pe' ll'aria fresca pare già na festa... Che bella cosa na jurnata 'e sole. Ma n'atu sole cchiù bello, oje ne'. O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! O sole O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! sta 'nfronte a te! Quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne, me vene quase 'na malincunia; sotto 'a fenesta toia restarria quanno fa notte e 'o sole se ne scenne. Ma n'atu sole cchiù bello, oje ne'. O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! O sole O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! sta 'nfronte a te! English Translation What a wonderful thing a sunny day The serene air after a thunderstorm The fresh air, and a party is already going on… What a wonderful thing a sunny day. But another sun, that’s brighter still It’s my own sun that’s in your face! The sun, my own sun It’s in your face! It’s in your face! When night comes and the sun has gone down, I start feeling blue; I’d stay below your window When night comes and the sun has gone down. But another sun, that’s brighter still It’s my own sun that’s in your face! The sun, my own sun It’s in your face! It’s in your face!

O Soave Fanciulla

John Foy — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 20:22:38 GMT

The Pope sent a telegram of condolence, which was read out at the start of the service. He said Pavarotti had "honored the divine gift of music through his extraordinary interpretative talent". Bravo...Luciano Lyrics: O Soave Fanciulla Oh lovely girl, oh sweet face bathed in the soft moonlight. I see you in a dream I'd dream forever! Ah! Love, you rule alone! Already I taste in spirit the heights of tenderness! Love trembles at our kiss! How sweet his praises enter my heart... Love, you alone rule! He kisses Mimi. No, please! She frees herself. You're mine! Your friends are waiting. You send me away already? I dare not say what I'd like... Tell me. If I came with you...? What? Mimi! It would be so fine to stay here. Outside it's cold. I'd be near you! And when we come back? Coquettishly Who knows? Gallantly Give me your arm, my dear... Your servant, sir... Tell me you love me! I love you. They exit, arm in arm Love! Love! Love!

Nessun Dorma

John Foy — Thu, 06 Sep 2007 17:46:58 GMT

Rest in Peace, Luciano, " The world will always hear your voice"