Fleur jetée, Op. 39, No. 2 (Gabriel Fauré): Difference between revisions

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'''Description:''' Dedicated to Madame Leroux-Ribeyre.<br>
'''Description:''' Dedicated to Madame Leroux-Ribeyre.<br>


'''External websites:'''  
'''External websites:'''
*[{{website|artsong}}2008/faure-fleur-jetee/ Entry at "Art Song Central" for this song]  
*[{{website|artsong}}2008/faure-fleur-jetee/ Entry at "Art Song Central" for this song]
*[http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=15026 Entry at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"]
*[http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=15026 Entry at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"]
*[http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=15027 English translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"]
*[http://www.recmusic.org/lieder/get_text.html?TextId=15027 English translation at the "Lied and Art Song Texts Page"]

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Editor: Pierre Gouin (submitted 2006-08-18).   Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 141 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Copyright © Les Éditions Outremontaises, 2006, original key. Scroll down to 2. Fleur jetée (Original key, F minor).

General Information

Title: Fleur jetée
Composer: Gabriel Fauré
Lyricist: Paul-Armand Silvestre (1837-1901)

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Soprano solo

Genre: SecularChansonArt song

Language: French
Instruments: Piano

First published: 1885
(composed 1884)

Description: Dedicated to Madame Leroux-Ribeyre.

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Original text and translations

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Emporte ma folie
Au gré du vent,
Fleur en chantant cueillie
Et jetée en rêvant,
- Emporte ma folie
Au gré du vent:

Comme la fleur fauchée
Périt l’amour:
La main qui t’a touchée
Fuit ma main sans retour.
- Comme la fleur fauchée
Périt l’amour.

Que le vent qui te sèche
O pauvre fleur,
Tout à l’heure si fraîche
Et demain sans couleur,
- Que le vent qui te sèche,
Sèche mon cœur!