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Duparc: Chanson triste - Anthony León, Tenor

This is a song that I love to sing! I am a huge fan of Henri Duparc's music and I love how this song fits in my voice. Even though Duparc's life ended with immense tragedy and much of his music destroyed, we are left with some diamond pieces of music that express a melancholic and dark perception of life and love. I had the incredible opportunity to be a fellow at the Tanglewood Music Festival this summer and recorded this song with my great-uncle and collaborator, Dr. Elvin Rodríguez, for one of our seminars. Piano: Dr. Elvin S. Rodríguez Page turning: Linette Rodríguez LISTEN TO MY NEW ALBUM, THE HOLY CITY! YouTube Music: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list... Apple Music:   / album  . Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/6ZCaCM... Amazon Music: https://www.amazon.com/Holy-City-Anth... FOLLOW ANTHONY Facebook:   / anthonyleont.  . Instagram: @anthonyleontenor Check my website for updates and more content: https://www.anthonyleontenor.com/ BE A PART OF THE MUSIC Donate at https://www.anthonyleontenor.com/dona... COVID-19 ARTIST RELIEF FUNDS Boston Center for the Arts Fund: https://bostonarts.org/artists/artist... Artist Relief Tree: https://artistrelieftree.com/ New music and videos every week! LYRICS & TRANSLATION Dans ton cœur dort un clair de lune, Un doux clair de lune d’été, Et pour fuir la vie importune, Je me noierai dans ta clarté. J’oublierai les douleurs passées, Mon amour, quand tu berceras Mon triste cœur et mes pensées Dans le calme aimant de tes bras. Tu prendras ma tête malade, Oh! quelquefois sur tes genoux, Et lui diras une ballade Qui semblera parler de nous; Et dans tes yeux pleins de tristesses, Dans tes yeux alors je boirai Tant de baisers et de tendresses Que peut-être je guérirai. Moonlight slumbers in your heart, A gentle summer moonlight, And to escape the cares of life I shall drown myself in your light. I shall forget past sorrows, My sweet, when you cradle My sad heart and my thoughts In the loving calm of your arms. You will rest my poor head, Ah! sometimes on your lap, And recite to it a ballad That will seem to speak of us; And from your eyes full of sorrow, From your eyes, I shall then drink So many kisses and so much love That perhaps I shall be healed.