Handel, [Julius Caesar] 'Piangerò la sorte mia'

Piangero, Piangero la sorte mia,    

si crudele e tanto ria,                          

finche vita in petto avro.               

  

Piangero, Piangero la sorte mia, 

si crudele e tanto ria,

Piangero la sorte mia, 

si crudele e tanto ria,

finche vita in  petto avro.

finche vita, finche vita in petto avro 




Ma, poi morta d‘ogni intorno       

il tiranno e notte e giorno             

fatto spettro  agitero.                

agitero. fatto spettro fatto spettro agitero.







Ma, poi morta d'ogni intorno 

il tiranno  e notte e giorno

fatto spettro agitero. 

fatto spettro agitero. 




Piangero, Piangero la sorte mia, 

si crudele e tanto ria, 

finche vita in petto avro. 




Piangero, Piangero la sorte mia,  

si crudele e tanto ria, 

Piangero la sorte mia, 

si crudele e tanto ria, 




finche vita in petto avro. 

finche vita, finche vita in petto avro.

Flow my tears, flow my tears,  cease not your grieving!

Though my sorrow be past relieving,

while I breathe  still let me mourn.

Flow my tears, flow my tears, cease not your grieving!

Though my sorrow  be past relieving.

Flow my tears, cease not your grieving!

Though my sorrow be past relieving.

while I breathe still let me mourn.

while I breathe,

while I breathe still let me mourn.

 

I shall haunt him, sleeping, waking,

as a spectre my vengeance taking,

till with terror his heart is torn,

till with terror his heart is torn,

I shall haunt him,  sleeping, waking,

as a spectre my vengeance taking,

till with terror his heart is torn,

till with terror his heart is torn,

Flow my tears, flow my tears,  cease not your grieving!

Though my sorrow be part relieving.

while I breathe still let me mourn.

Flow my tears, flow my tears, cease not your grieving!

Though my sorrow  be part relieving.

Flow my tears, cease not your grieving!

Though my sorrow be part relieving.

 while I breathe  still let me mourn.

 while I breathe

 while I breathe still let me mourn.