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Schmerzen (Dolori) - Lyrics by Battiato Franco


Lyrics
Sonne, weinest jeden Abend
Dir die schonen Augen rot,
Wenn im Meeresspiegel badend
Dich erreicht der fruhe Tod;
Doch erstehst in alter Pracht,
Glorie der dustren Welt,
Du des Morgens neu erwacht,
Wie ein stolzer Siegesheld!
Ach, wie sollte ich da klagen,
Wie, mein Herz, so schwer dich
Mu
B die Sonne selbst verzagen,
Mu
B die Sonne untergehn?
Und gebieret Tod nur Leben,
Geben Schmerzen Wonnen nur:O wie dank ich, da
B gegeben
Solche schmerzen mir Natur!
Sole, col pianto ogni sera
I tuoi begli occhi fai arrossare,
Quando ti immergi nello specchio del mare
Pronta ti coglie una morte prematura;
Ma risorgi all'antico splendore,
Gloria del mondo ottenebrato
Tu come un fiero eroe trionfale
Di nuovo al mattino ti ridesti
Ah, come potrei lamentarmi,
Come, cuore mio, vederti tanto greve,
Se il sole perfino deve disperare,
Se perfino il sole deve tramontare?E se morte genera solo vita,I dolori danno solo gioie:O come sono grato alla natura
Che di tali pene mi diede l'affanno.