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Enrico Caruso (1906) - La Bohème: Che gelida manina

From 11th February 1906, NY. This appears to be the only recording of Che gelida manina Caruso ever did. Transposed down a semi-tone to G - Caruso was at the time not comfortable with high notes. You may want to look at my website for more Caruso info: http://www.enrocicaruso.dk (English and Danish). An anecdote: The Australian soprano Nellie Melba was notorius for her ruthlessness and coldness. Performing with her in La Bohème Caruso, as a joke, pressed a hot sausage into her hand that he'd hidden in his pocket as he sang "Che gelida manina, se la lasci riscaldar."("What a cold little hand, let me warm it"). She had considered Caruso coarse and uncultivated and this, of course, only confirmed that ... Rodolfo's aria from Puccini's opera La Bohème. Italian text: Che gelida manina, se la lasci riscaldar. Cercar che giova? Al buio non si trova. Ma per fortuna é una notte di luna, e qui la luna l'abbiamo vicina. Aspetti, signorina, le dirò con due parole chi son, e che faccio, come vivo. Vuole? Chi son? Sono un poeta. Che cosa faccio? Scrivo. E come vivo? Vivo. In povertà mia lieta scialo da gran signore rime ed inni d'amore. Per sogni e per chimere e per castelli in aria, l'anima ho milionaria. Talor dal mio forziere ruban tutti i gioelli due ladri, gli occhi belli. V'entrar con voi pur ora, ed i miei sogni usati e i bei sogni miei, tosto si dileguar! Ma il furto non m'accora, poiché, poiché v'ha preso stanza la speranza! Or che mi conoscete, parlate voi, deh! Parlate. Chi siete? Vi piaccia dir! English translation: What a frozen little hand, let me warm it for you. What's the use of looking? We won't find it in the dark. But luckily it's a moonlit night, and the moon is near us here. Wait, mademoiselle, I will tell you in two words who I am, what I do, and how I live. May I? Who am I? I am a poet. What do I do? I write. And how do I live? I live. In my carefree poverty I squander rhymes and love songs like a lord. When it comes to dreams and visions and castles in the air, I've the soul of a millionaire. From time to time two thieves steal all the jewels out of my safe, two pretty eyes. They came in with you just now, and my customary dreams my lovely dreams, melted at once into thin air! But the theft doesn't anger me, for their place has been taken by hope! Now that you know all about me, you tell me who you are.