Franco Corelli - LIVE 1981 Niun mi tema (Verdi: Otello) His last return at age 60 Better sound IT/EN

Playlist from Corelli's 1980-1981 return appearances:    • Corelli's 1980-1981 return appearances  

Franco Corelli, tenor
9 July, 1981 Holmdel, New Jersey, Garden State Arts Center
(He retired in '76 but gave a couple of return concerts in '80-'81 - this was the last one)
Conductor: Alfredo Silipigni
New Jersey State Opera Orchestra(?)

Italian and English text on screen.

This aria, unlike the rest of the concert, was digitized from vinyl where it was published in a bit clearer sound. It was included as a bonus track on the 1981 Legendary Recordings 167 "Franco Corelli & Ettore Bastianini - Together - Great Verdi Scenes" LP.

Music by Giuseppe Verdi
Libretto by Arrigo Boito
based on the play of William Shakespeare

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Synopsis: Otello has killed his wife because Iago led him to believe that she betrayed him with another man. He discovers that Iago lied and that Desdemona was innocent. In anguish, he grieves over her death and eventually kills himself.

Niun mi tema,
s’anco armato mi vede.
Ecco la fine del mio cammin...
Oh! Gloria!
Otello fu.
(Lasciando cadere la spada, va presso al letto,
contemplando Desdemona.)
E tu... come sei pallida!
e stanca, e muta, e bella,
pia creatura nata sotto maligna stella.
Fredda come la casta tua vita,
e in cielo assorta.
Desdemona! Desdemona!
Ah!... morta! morta! morta!
(estraendo furtivamente dalle vesti un pugnale)
Ho un’arma ancor!
(si ferisce)
Pria d’ucciderti... sposa... ti bacai.
Or morendo... nell’ombra in cui mi giacio...
un bacio... un bacio ancora...
ah!... un’altro bacio...
(muore)
.
.
.
Let no one fear me
even seeing me armed.
This is my journey’s end...
Oh! Glory!
Othello is no more.
(Letting his sword fall to the ground, he goes to the bed
and gazes at Desdemona.)
And you... how pale you are!
And weary, and silent, and beautiful,
pious creature, born under an evil star.
Cold, as your chaste life,
now gathered to the skies.
Desdemona! Desdemona!
Ah!... Dead! Dead! Dead!
(furtively producing a dagger from his robe)
I still have a weapon!
(stabs himself)
Before I killed you... wife... I kissed you.
Now dying... in the shadow where I lie...
a kiss... another kiss...
ah!... another kiss...
(dies)