Ecco l'orrido campo - Amelia - Ballo in maschera

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I love that we get to see the transition of the tree outside your window. Just two months ago, there weren't any leaves, and now it's full. Hopefully, we'll get to see what it looks like in the fall.

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🌻Vielen dank. Du bist eine Inspiration.

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Thanks again

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Thank you so much beautiful pianist cheers

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Congratulation. Bravo. Wanderfull Pianist

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Que pena ...faltan unos acordes finales...está súper bien la pista!

[@laurenceguillod9457]

Hey irina!! Thanks so much for your wonderful work:) i was JUST looking for this aria on your channel a few days ago, such a great surprise that you put it on today!! Looking forward to sing virtually with you;) hope you are well😚

[@DrAlexMirkovik]

Could you do "Teco io sto" the duet after this aria? Btw, thank you for making singing possible during the quarantine!

[@leosavaneli1337]

Where is the end?? why is cuted? please add the end,last few words Is missing🤔

[@emreakkuss]

Ecco l'orrido campo ove s'accoppia Al delitto la morte! Ecco là le colonne . . . La pianta è là, verdeggia al piè. S'inoltri, Ah, mi si aggela il core! Sino il rumor de' passi miei, qui tutto M'empie di raccapriccio e di terrore! E se perir dovessi? Perire! ebben, tal è, s'adempia, e sia. Ma dall'arido stelo divulsa Come avrò di mia mano quell'erba, E che dentro la mente convulsa Quell'eterea sembianza morrà, Che ti resta, perduto l'amor? Che ti resta, mio povero cor! Ah! chi piange, qual forza m'arretra, M'attraversa la squallida via? Su, corraggio . . . e tu fatti di pietra, Non tradirmi, dal pianto ristà; O finisci di battere e muor, T'annienta, mio povero cor! Mezzanotte! - Ah, che veggio? una testa Di sotterra si leva . . . e sospira! Ha negli occhi il baleno dell'ira E m'affisa e terribile sta! Deh! mi reggi, m'aita, o Signor, Miserere d'un povero cor!

[@heatervis4050]

О, крепкие стихи! Страшно! )))

[@angeloimparato8726]

You are beautiful We can get to know each other I wish I could have you accompany me to the piano....

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