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The Four Seasons. Antonio Vivaldi. Spring. Spring has Come. and is greeted Joyfully by the birds with merry song. The little brooks flow to the whispering of the zephyr winds with gentle murmuring. Meanwhile: The heavens decked with robes of black, Thunder and lightning appear as augeries.
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The Four Seasons Antonio Vivaldi
The little brooks flow to the whisperingof the zephyr winds with gentle murmuring
Meanwhile:The heavens decked with robes of black,Thunder and lightning appear as augeries
Then, when all is still again,The little birds return to their enchanting song.
The Shepherd sleeps, (solo violin)on the blossoming, Gentle Meadow, beneath the rustlingOf the twigs and leaves (violins), the faithful dog (violas) at his side.
To the festive sound of rustic bagpipesNymphs and shepherds dance beneath heaven’s canopy,At the brilliant appearance of spring.
In the merciless season of the burning sunBoth man and animal languish,
The shepherd boy weeps, fearful ofThe threatening storm and of his fate.
He fears the flashes of lightning and firey thunderAs well as the furious swars of gnats and wasps (violins)
The sky thunders and flashes, and hailstonesBreak the stalks of the ears of corn.
The peasants express with dance and songTheir joy for the happy harvest
Thus in turn each ceases his singing and dancingThe air is mild and pleasant,And the season induces manyTo enjoy sweet slumber.
At daybreak the hunters leave for the chase,With horns, guns, and dogs,
It is already terrified and exhausted by the great noiseOf the guns and the dogs,
By the fireside, we spend a peaceful dayWhile outside, rain (violins)pours on everyone in sight.
The Sirocco, the Borea, and all the other winds fighting each other