Nel cor piu non mi sento (w/da capo variants)

Nel cor piu non mi sento (w/da capo variants)

By: Paisiello
Voice Type(s): Baritone,Tenor,Mezzo,Soprano

Melody
E ♭/D ♯
Full
E ♭/D ♯
Full
F
Melody
F

Giovanni Paisiello (1740-1816):
Nel cor piu non mi sento (with da capo ornamentation)
(from the opera L?amor contrastato) (1789)
Text:  Giuseppe Palomba

Recorded (Schirmer Medium High) Key:  F Major
Original (1789) Key:  F Major
Teach-Track begins:  m. 1
Accompaniment Track begins:  m. 1
Pianist:  Daniel Michalak

N. B.  The first verse of our recording features the version of this aria which appears in the Schirmer edition of 24 Italian Songs and Arias.   (Most singers do not realize that this version has already been slightly ornamented, because the ornaments have been incorporated into the score.)  In our teach-track recording, the da capo (repeat) of this first verse employs some fairly elaborate ornamentation (necessitating a slight broadening of the tempo), which we have included just for fun.  There?s no need to do anything quite this fancy if you don?t want to; feel free to experiment with ornamentation of your own, as our accompaniment track remains unchanged from the original.

The original version of the aria, reprinted in the John Glenn Paton (ed.) edition of 26 Italian Songs and Arias (Alfred Publishing, Van Nuys, CA, 1991), reveals that in the opera itself this music is sung alternately by a man (verse 1) and a man (verse 2); the second half of each verse (?mi stuzzichi?) is then sung as a duet.  The text of verse 2 is not printed in the Schirmer edition (presumably because it is sung by a different character).


Notes © 1999 by Daniel O. Michalak
    

Nel cor piu non mi sento
In-the heart more not myself I-feel

brillar la gioventu;
sparkle [the] youth;

cagion del mio tormento,
cause of-[the] my torment,

amor, sei colpa tu.
love, you-are (the) guilty (one) [you].

Mi pizzichi, mi stuzzichi,
Me you-pinch, me you-excite,

mi pungichi, mi mastichi;
me you-prick, me you-bite;

che cosa e questo, ahime?
what thing is this, alas?

Pieta, pieta, pieta!
Pity, pity, pity!

Amore e un certo che
Love is a certain something

che disperar mi fa!
which despair me makes!