Nana Mouskouri

Nana Mouskouri - Nabucco: Song for Liberty lyrics

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Va, pensiero, sull'ali dorate;

va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli

ove olezzano tepide e molli

l'aure dolci del suolo natal!

Del Giordano le rive saluta,

di Sionne le torri atterrate.

Oh, mia patria sÃÆ'¬ bella e perduta!

Oh, membranza sÃÆ'¬ cara e fatal!



Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati,

perchÃÆ'© muta dal salice pendi?

Le memorie nel petto raccendi,

ci favella del tempo che fu!

O simile di Solima ai fati

traggi un suono di crudo lamento,

o t'ispiri il Signore un concento

che ne infonda al patire virtÃÆ'¹!











(Here is the english translation of Nabucco)







 Fly, thought, on wings of gold,

go settle upon the slopes and the hills

where the sweet airs of our

native soil smell soft and mild!

Greet the banks of the river Jordan

and Zion's tumbled towers.

Oh, my country, so lovely and lost!

Oh remembrance so dear yet unhappy!



Golden harp of the prophetic wise men,

why hang so silently from the willows?

Rekindle the memories in our hearts,

tell us about the times gone by!

Remembering the fate of Jerusalem

play us a sad lament

or else be inspired by the Lord

to fortify us to endure our suffering
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Language: Italian

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