ΕΖΗΣΑ ΓΙΑ ΤΗΝ ΤΕΧΝΗ, ΕΖΗΣΑ ΓΙΑ ΤΟΝ ΕΡΩΤΑ
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Με χέρι μυστικό
ανακούφισα όσες δυστυχίες γνώριζα.
Πάντα με πίστη αληθινή
ανέβαινε η προσευχή μου
στους ιερούς ναούς.
Πάντα με πίστη αληθινή
απόθετα λουλούδια στο βωμό.
Στης θλίψης μου την ώρα,
γιατί, γιατί, Θεέ μου,
αχ, γιατί με ανταμείβεις με τον τρόπο αυτό;
Έδωσα κοσμήματα για τον
μανδύα της Παναγίας,
κι έδωσα το τραγούδι μου
στα αστέρια στον ουρανό
κι εκείνα χαμογέλασαν
ακόμη πιο ωραία.
Στης θλίψης μου την ώρα,
γιατί, γιατί, Θεέ μου,
αχ, γιατί με ανταμείβειςμε τον τρόπο αυτό;
VISSI D' ARTE, VISSI D' AMORE
Vissi d’arte, vissi d’amore,
non feci mai male ad anima viva!
Con man furtiva
quante miserie conobbi aiutai.
Sempre con fè sincera
la mia preghiera
ai santi tabernacoli salì.
Sempre con fè sincera
diedi fiori agl’altar.
Nell’ora del dolore
perchè, perchè, Signore,
perchè me ne rimuneri così?
Diedi gioielli della Madonna al manto,
e diedi il canto agli astri, al ciel,
che ne ridean più belli.
Nell’ora del dolor
perchè, perchè, Signor,
ah, perchè me ne rimuneri così?
non feci mai male ad anima viva!
Con man furtiva
quante miserie conobbi aiutai.
Sempre con fè sincera
la mia preghiera
ai santi tabernacoli salì.
Sempre con fè sincera
diedi fiori agl’altar.
Nell’ora del dolore
perchè, perchè, Signore,
perchè me ne rimuneri così?
Diedi gioielli della Madonna al manto,
e diedi il canto agli astri, al ciel,
che ne ridean più belli.
Nell’ora del dolor
perchè, perchè, Signor,
ah, perchè me ne rimuneri così?
I LIVED FOR ART, I LIVED FOR LOVE
I lived for my art, I lived for love,
I lived for my art, I lived for love,
I never did harm to a living soul!
With a secret hand
I relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of.
Always with true faith
my prayer
rose to the holy shrines.
Always with true faith
I gave flowers to the altar.
In the hour of grief
why, why, o Lord,
why do you reward me thus?
I gave jewels for the Madonna’s mantle,
and I gave my song to the stars, to heaven,
which smiled with more beauty.
In the hour of grief
why, why, o Lord,
ah, why do you reward me thus?
With a secret hand
I relieved as many misfortunes as I knew of.
Always with true faith
my prayer
rose to the holy shrines.
Always with true faith
I gave flowers to the altar.
In the hour of grief
why, why, o Lord,
why do you reward me thus?
I gave jewels for the Madonna’s mantle,
and I gave my song to the stars, to heaven,
which smiled with more beauty.
In the hour of grief
why, why, o Lord,
ah, why do you reward me thus?
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