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Giunt' è la Primavera e festosetti
AllegroThe festive Spring has arrived,
The birds celebrate her return with happy songs,
And the brooks of the gentle Zephyrs
With sweet murmurs flow, but,
The sky is covered in a dark mantle
And lightning and thunfer announce a storm.
When quiet returns, the birds
Again take up their lovely songs.
LargoAnd in the flower-rich meadow,
To the gentle murmur of leaves and plants
The goatherd sleeps, his faithful dog at his side.
AllegroTo the merry sounds of a rustic bagpipe
Nymphs and shepherds dance in their beloved spot
When Spring appears in its brilliance.
Sotto dura Staggion dal Sole accesa
Allegro non molto - AllegroUnder the merciless sun
Languishes man and flock; the pine tree burns,
The cuckoo begins to sing and at once
Join in the turtle doves and the goldfinch.
A gentle breeze blows, but Boreas
Joins battle suddenly with his neighbour,
And the shepherd weeps because overhead
Hangs the dreaded storm, and his destiny.
Adagio e piano - Presto e forteHis tired limbs are robbed of their rest
By his fear of the lightning and the heavy thunder
And by the furious swarm of flies and hornets.
PrestoAlas, his fears are well founded
There is thunder and lightning in the sky
And the hail cuts down the lofty ears of corn.
Celebra il Vilanel con balli e Canti
AllegroThe peasant celebrates with song and dance
The pleasure of the rich harvest,
And full of the liquor of Bacchus
They finish their merrymaking with a sleep.
Adagio moltoAll are made to leave off singing and dancing
By the air which now mild gives pleasure
And by the season which invited many
To enjoy a sweet sleep.
AllegroAt dawn the hunters
With horns and guns and dogs leave their homes;
The beast flees; they follow its traces.
Already terrified and tired by the great noise
Of the guns and the dogs, and wounded it tries
Feebly to escape, but exhausted dies.
Aggiacciato tremar trà nevi algenti
Allegro non moltoFrozen and shivering in the icy snow.
In the strong blasts of a terrible wind
To run stamping one’s feet at every step
With one’s teeth chattering through the cold.
LargoTo spend the quiet and happy days by the fire
Whilst outside the rain soaks everyone.
To walk on the ice with slow steps
And go carefully for fear of falling.
AllegroTo go in haste, slide and fall down:
To go again on the ice and run,
Until the ice cracks and open.
To hear leaving their iron-gated house
Sirocco, Boreas and all the winds in battle:
This is winter, but it brings joy