3 Songs by Mauro Giuliani, voice & guitar (E Parcells)

Translation: Tender shadows, abundant flora, My own friend, my dear love, Who can tell me whither he has gone? Little zephyr, pleasant breezes, Fly away to him with a message; His return is all I hope for To restore that peace which I had lost. Of all these sufferings, What pain is the greatest? So close beside my dear one, I sigh with love, And yet cannot tell him: I sigh for thee. My courage is lacking to suffer so greatly, Yet lacking too is the boldness To ask for relief. When shall the day arrive When no more I shall feel you Trembling within my breast, My poor willful heart? Stars, what a cruel fate! No blessing can there be Which, when it is my own, Does not turn into grief. (EP) Hi res version at Elizabeth Parcells & Felix Justen