A Musical Offering
Tuesdays from 11 am - 1 pm
on WFCF 88.5, St. Augustine
May 12th, 2026 Program #107
Giovanni Paisiello (1740 - 1816) - a "marginal composer"
Paisiello: Il Barbiere di Siviglia
Ecco l'ora s'avvicina
Look—the hour draws near to see my Rosina where she is wont to come. I would not wish for anyone to see me in this disguise... but an intruder approaches, hindering my joy.
Lodi al cielo
Praise be to heaven, which finally opened
my Argus jealousy;
now will this soul of mine be able
breathe the fresh air.
Saper bramate
If you yearn to learn my name, beauty, listen and I will tell,
I’m Lindoro of low status
without a single treasure to share,
Every morning, I will sing to you about my sufferings, singing with my hearth on my lips.
Mozart: "Le Nozze di Figaro"
Non piu andrai
You won't go any more, amorous butterfly,
Fluttering around inside night and day
Disturbing the sleep of beauties,
A little Narcissus and Adonis of love.
You won't have those fine feathers any more,
That light and jaunty hat,
That hair, that shining aspect,
That womanish red color [in your face]!
Among soldiers, by Bacchus!
A huge moustache, a little knapsack,
Gun on your back, sword at your side,
Your neck straight, your nose exposed,
A big helmet, or a big turban,
A lot of honour, very little pay.
And in place of the dance
A march through the mud.
Over mountains, through valleys,
With snow, and heat-stroke,
To the music of trumpets,
Of bombards, and of cannons,
Which, at every boom,
Will make bullets whistle past your ear.
Cherubino, go to victory!
To military glory!
Voi che sapete
You who know what love is,
Women, see whether it's in my heart,
What I am experiencing I will tell you,
It is new to me and I do not understand it.
I have a feeling full of desire,
That now, is both pleasure and suffering.
At first frost, then I feel the soul burning,
And in a moment I'm freezing again.
Seek a blessing outside myself,
I do not know how to hold it, I do not know what it is.
I sigh and moan without meaning to,
Throb and tremble without knowing,
I find no peace both night or day,
But even still, I like to languish.
You who know what love is,
Women, see whether it's in my heart,
Rossini: Il Barbiere Di Siviglia
Ecco ridente in cielo
Lo in the smiling sky,
the lovely dawn is breaking,
and you are not awake,
and you are still asleep?
Arise, my sweetest love,
oh come, my treasured one,
soften the pain, oh God,
of the dart which pierces me.
Oh joy! Do I now see
that dearest vision:
has she taken pity
on this soul in love!
Oh, moment of love!
Oh, moment divine!
Oh, sweet content
which is unequalled!
Largo al factotum
Handyman of the city.
Early in the workshop I arrive at dawn.
Ah, what a life, what a pleasure
For a barber of quality!
Ah, bravo Figaro!
Bravo, very good!
I am the luckiest, it's the truth!
Ready for anything,
night and day
I'm always on the move.
Cushier fate for a barber,
A more noble life cannot be found.
Razors and combs
Lancets and scissors,
at my command
everything is here.
Here are the extra tools
then, for business
With the ladies... with the gentlemen...
Everyone asks me, everyone wants me,
women, children, old people, young ones:
Here are the wigs... A quick shave of the beard...
Here are the leeches for bleeding...
The note...
Here are the wigs, a quick shave soon,
The note, hey!
Figaro! Figaro! Figaro!, Etc..
Alas, what frenzy!
Alas, what a crowd!
One at a time, for goodness sake!
Figaro! I'm here.
Hey, Figaro! I'm here.
Figaro here, Figaro there,
Figaro up, Figaro down,
Swifter and swifter I'm like a spark:
I'm the handyman of the city.
Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, very good;
Fortunately for you I will not fail.