Vivaldi: Care selve, amici prati, RV 671 - Jaroussky

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"Care selve, amici prati", RV 671
Text: Anonymous
Music: Antonio Vivaldi
Philippe Jaroussky, countertenor
Ensemble Artaserse:
Jérémie Papasergio, bassoon
Emilia Gliozzi, cello
Claire Antonini, theorbo/baroque lute
Yoko Nakamura, harpsichord
Recorded on 26-30 October 2004,
Chapelle des sœurs auxiliaires, Versailles (France)
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Aria
Care selve, amici prati
a cercar rtorno in voi
la perduta amabil pace.
Quella pace che spietati
mi rapir coi pensier suoi
speme infida, amor fallace.
Recitativo
Ben mal'accorto e folle all'or io fui
che vaghezza mi prese
di migliorar mia sorte, e per tal fine
lunge dal natio bosco il pie portai.
Infelice mi rese
una speme si ardita. Ove sperai
grandezze ritrovar, trovai rovine.
Tu, insano d'arrichir cieco desio,
tu ingannasti il cor mio,
e pace et liberta per te perdei.
Or scoperto l'inganno
Riedo a viver in quiete i giorni miei,
e a reparar del tempo corso il danno.
Aria
Placido in letto ombroso
la dove scorre il rio,
steso su 'l margo ombroso
dee l'onda al mormorio,
il canto accordero.
Condur il gregge amato
sola mia cura fia,
da la campanna al prato,
e in onta a sorte ria
contento vivero,
contento godero.
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Translation (by Hugh Graham):
Aria
Dear woods, friendly meadows,
I come back to seek in you
the sweetest peace I have lost -
that peace which treacherous
hope and false love pitilessly
snatched from me with thoughts of her.
Recitativo
Quite foolishly and stupidly
I was taken with the idea
of improving my lot, and to this end
I travelled far from my native woods.
I have been made unhappy
by such a rash hope. Where I hoped
to find greatness, I found ruin.
You, crazy to fulfil blind passion,
you betrayed my heart,
and through you I lost my peace and liberty.
Now that the betrayal is revealed
I return to live my days in peace,
and to make good the damage done by times past.
Aria
Serene in a shady bower
where the brook runs by,
lying on the shady bank,
to the murmur of the waves,
I shall tune my song.
To lead my beloved flock
from the moors into the meadow
shall be my only care,
and despite my dire fate
contented I shall live,
and contented I shall enjoy life.

[@pneydavo]

Vivaldi, definitely one of the greats

[@Rheesoman]

so relaxing so beautiful.

[@mradaChris]

Wonderful! chris