If you enjoy this sample, you can listen to the entire CD on youtube. (You will see a different cover and title, but it is the same recording.)

Selections from well-known and little-known verismo operas starring Diana Soviero

with l’Orchestre de l’Opéra de Montréal conducted by Joseph Rescigno

Sound and text

We are making track 9 (the shortest track, 113 seconds) from Verismo available here. This is Musette svaria sulla bocca, from Ruggiero Leoncavallo’s La Bohème:

• stereo file, mp3 (2.15 MB, or original mp2 file [908 KB])

As you can see, our original mp2 files are smaller than the successor mp3 files. Most media players that will play mp3 files will also play the older files—but not quite all.

• RealAudio® stream, 456 KB
• RealAudio® download, 456 KB

The RealAudio® file added in June of 1998 was re-engineered for 56Kbps modem in December of 1998. If you get breaks in the sound, click on the RealAudio download rather than the stream.

The words (Italian, English, French):

• Italiano:
  Musette svaria sulla bocca viva le canzonette belle. Rompe la voce come da sorgiva per mille fontanelle. Canta i vent’anni e al fresco tintinnire il pie’ muove alla danza. La scorge amor dall’ultimo gioire alla nuova speranza.
  Brilla ne l’ombra dei suoi lunghi cigli un riso civettuolo, e i desideri con aperti artigli levanle intorno il volo. Ella consente, nega e rinnamora come le parla il core. Non vezzi ed ori seguita ella adora un tesoro, l’amor!

• English:
  From Musette’s lively lips pour beautiful songs. Her voice bursts out like water from a thousand fountains. She sings of youth and the fresh tinkle of her voice urges one to dance. Love finds her between her latest pleasure and the new hope.
  A saucy smile shines beneath her long lashes, and desire with open arms raises her into flight. She says yes, no, and falls in love again, as her heart tells her to do. She seeks neither baubles nor gold; she adores just one treasure, love!

• Français:
  Des lèvres vives de Musette coulent de jolies chansons. Sa voix jaillit comme l’eau de mille fontaines. Elle change ses vingt ans, et des frais tintement de sa voix nous invite à la danse. L’amour la retrouve entre le dernier plaisir et l’espoir nouveau.
  Un sourire ensorceleur resplendit sous ses longs cils et le désire dans ses transports la soulève à bout de bras. Elle consent, puis refuse et retombe amoureuse, n’écoutant que son coeur. Elle ne recherche or ni babioles; elle n’adore qu’un trésor, l’amour!