Io mi son giovinetta (Domenico Maria Ferrabosco)

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  • (Posted 2014-01-02)  CPDL #30924:        (Finale 2008)
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Title: Io mi son giovinetta
Composer: Domenico Maria Ferrabosco

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1583 in Musica divina di 19 autori illustri, no. 2
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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Io mi son giovanetta e volontieri
M'allegro e canto en la stagion novella,
Merzé d'amore e de' dolci pensieri.
Io vo pe' verdi prati riguardando
I bianchi fiori, e' gialli,
Le rose in su le spine, ei bianchi gigli,
E tutti quanti gli vo somigliando
Al viso di colui ch'amandomi,
ch'amandomi mi presa terrà sempre.

English.png English translation

I am a young girl, and I like
To be merry and sing in the new season (spring),
Thanks love and sweet toughts.
I go through the green meadows, looking
At the flowers, white and yellow,
At the roses over the thorns, at the white lilies,
And more and more they look to me like
The face of whom, loving me,
Loving me will catch me and hold me forever.