Suor Angelica - Senza mamma, piano accompaniment

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Suor Angelica's aria "Senza mamma", from Suor Angelica.
Composer: Giacomo Puccini (1858-1924).
Libretto: Giovacchino Forzano (1883-1970).
Premiere: 14 December 1918, Metropolitan, New York.
/Synopsis
One spring evening in an Italian convent, Sister Zelatrice reprimands two lay sisters who missed the evening prayers. Then she allows the nuns to take some time to appreciate the arrival of spring, as heralded by the joyful Sister Genovieffa. A ray of sunlight turns the fountain to gold. It is “a sign of the Virgin” reminding the nuns of passing time and the memory of their comrades who died over the past year. Sister Angelica sings that “death is the loveliest time of life.” She has had no news from her family in seven years, and she is desperate to hear from them, although she pretends otherwise. Someone announces that a magnificent coach has pulled up in front of the convent. It is Angelica’s aunt, the princess. The cruel aristocrat has come to ask her niece to waive her share of the inheritance. She remains inflexible before Angelica, who dishonoured the family name by bringing an illegitimate child into the world. The poor nun has not seen her son since he was taken away from her at birth. The cruel princess suddenly announces that the child is dead. Overcome by pain (“Senza mamma”), Sister Angelica decides to join her son in death by swallowing poison. When she realises that suicide is a sin, she begs the Virgin who appears before her with a child whom she gently pushes towards the dying woman.
/Lyrics
Senza mamma,
o bimbo, tu sei morto!
Le tue labbra,
senza i baci miei,
scoloriron
fredde, fredde!
E chiudesti,
o bimbo, gli occhi belli!
Non potendo
carezzarmi,
le manine
componesti in croce!
E tu sei morto
senza sapere
quanto t'amava
questa tua mamma!
Ora che sei un angelo del cielo,
ora tu puoi vederla la tua mamma!
tu puoi scendere giù pel firmamento
ed aleggiare intorno a me... ti sento...
Sei qui... sei qui... mi baci... m'accarezzi.
ah! dimmi quando anch'io potrò vederti?
quando potrò baciarti!...
Oh! dolce fine di ogni mio dolore!
Quando in cielo con te potrò salire?...
Quando potrò morire?
Quando potrò morire?...
Dillo alla mamma, creatura bella,
con un leggero scintillar di stella...
parlami, amore, amore!...