steemit - pitchperfect - semana 29 - @edmundocentenor - Sogno, Paolo Tosti, Lorenzo Stecchetti.

Queridos amigos de esta maravillosa plataforma, llamada steemit, esta semana 29 de pitchperfect, les traigo una canción italiana del gran músico y compositor Francesco Paolo Tosti, en letra de Lorenzo Stecchetti, llamada Sogno, compuesta en el año 1886.

Dear friends of this wonderful platform, called steemit, this week 29 of pitchperfect, I bring you an Italian song by the great musician and composer Francesco Paolo Tosti, written by Lorenzo Stecchetti, called Sogno, composed in the year 1886.

Letra en italiano, español e ingles:

             Sogno

Ho sognato che stavi a ginocchi
Come un santo che prega il Signor
Mi guardavi nel fondo degli occhi
Sfavillava il tuo sguardo d'amor.

Tu parlavi e la voce sommessa
Mi chiedea dolcemente mercè
Solo un guardo, che fosse promessa
Imploravi, curvato al mio piè.

Io taceva e coll'anima forte
Il desio tentatore lottó
Ho provato il martirio e la morte
Pur mi vinsi e ti dissi di no.

Ma ilo tuo labbro sfiorò la mia faccia
E la forza del cor mi tradí
Chiusi gli occhi, ti stessi le braccia
Ma sognavo, e il bel sogno svaní.

                  Sueño

Soñé que estabas de rodillas
como un santo que reza al Señor
me mirabas y en lo profundo de tus ojos
resplandecía tu mirada de amor.

Tú hablabas y tu suave voz
dulcemente me suplicaba,
sólo una mirada que fuese promesa
implorabas, inclinado a mis pies.

Yo callaba, y con mi ánimo fuerte
el deseo tentador luchó,
sentí que sufría como un mártir, que moría,
y sin embargo me vencí a mi misma y te dije que no.

Pero tu labio rozó mi rostro,
y la fuerza del corazón me traicionó
cerré los ojos, te extendí mis brazos...
pero soñaba, y el hermoso sueño se desvaneció.

                         Dream

I dreamed that you were on your knees
as a saint who prays to the Lord
you looked at me and deep in your eyes
Your love gaze shone.

You spoke and your soft voice
sweetly begged me,
just a look that was promise
you implored, inclined to my feet.

I was silent, and with my strong spirit
the tempting desire fought,
I felt that I was suffering as a martyr, that I was dying,
and yet I beat myself and I said no.

But your lip brushed my face,
and the strength of my heart betrayed me
I closed my eyes, I extended my arms ...
but he dreamed, and the beautiful dream vanished.