Four seasons of the year

SEASONS

of the year

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Vivaldi's sonnets

The four seasons

Around the year

SUMMER

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AUTUMN

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WINTER

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SPRING

Under the merciless sunLanguishes man and flock; the pine tree burns,The Cuckoo begins to sing and at onceJoin in the turtle doves and the goldfinch.A gentle breeze blows, but BoreasJoins battle suddenly with his neighbour,And the shepherd weeps because overheadHangs the dreaded storm, and his destiny. His tired limbs are robbed of their restBy his fear of the lightning and the heavy thunderAnd by the furious swarm of flies and hornets.Alas, his fears are well foundedThere is thunder and lightning in the skyAnd the hail cuts down the lofty ears of corn.

SUMMER (CONCERTO NO. 2)

The peasant celebrates with song and danceThe pleasure of the rich harvest,And full of the liquor of BacchusThey finish their merrymaking with a sleep.All are made to leave off singing and dancingBy the air which now mild gives pleasureAnd by the season which invited manyTo enjoy a sweet sleep.At dawn the huntersWith horns and guns and dogs leave their homes;The beast flees; they follow its traces.Already terrified and tired by the great noiseOf the guns and the dogs, and wounded it triesFeebly to escape, but exhausted dies.

AUTUMN (CONCERTO NO. 3)

WINTER (CONCERTO NO. 4)

Frozen and shivering in the icy snow.In the strong blasts of a terrible windTo run stamping one’s feet at every stepWith one’s teeth chattering through the cold.To spend the quiet and happy days by the fireWhilst outside the rain soaks everyone.To walk on the ice with slow stepsAnd go carefully for fear of falling.To go in haste, slide and fall down:To go again on the iceand run,Until the ice cracks and open.To hear leaving theirIron-gated house Sirocco,Boreas and all the winds in battle:This is winter, but it brings joy

Joyful Spring has arrived, The birds welcome it with their happy songs, And the brooks in the gentle breezes Flow with a sweet murmur. The sky is covered with a black mantle, Thunder and lightning announce a storm. When they are silent, the birds Take up again their harmonious songs. And in the flower-rich meadow, To the gentle murmur of leaves and plants The goatherd sleeps, his faithful dog at his side.To the merry sounds of a rustic bagpipe Nymphs and shepherds dance in their beloved spot When Spring appears in its brilliance

SPRING (CONCERTO NO. 1)