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Визжу❤❤❤

The beautiful song

Шикарно ! умница, спасибо.

Your voice gives me chills 🫠

Спасибо

This a very beautiful repertoire you are sharing with us! And very open and inspiring to anyone who hopes to sing as she does here. Thank you, and best wishes to you in the Future 🎉

Очень красивый голос и исполнение

Лучшее исполнение с еврейским ❤ шармом и акцентом, про симпатюлю ваабще отдельный разовор...😂

Спасибо дочка. Женского счастья тебе.

Brava!!

Wow. Piano and singing. And good at both. Well done

I'm deeply moved by what you have achieved, Rubina. My sincere respect and warm regards from a Canadian admirer

00:49 That scornful little glance, Menacing and bright, That poisonous dart Flies forth to pierce my chest, Beauties, from you I burn all over And torn from within, Please me with your glance, Heal me with your laughter. To arms, oh eyes With complete rigor, Pour into my heart A cloud of sparks. But don’t be late, oh lips To save me from death. That glance hurts me, But that laughter heals me. Beautiful eyes, to arms, to arms! I prepare my chest for your darts. Rejoice in plaguing me Until my strength fails me! And if by your darts I remain defeated, Let those glances hurt me, But let that laughter heal me. - Bartholomeo Magni - Translation by Rubina Mazurka 4:12 I adore you, I embrace you, I desire you, I enchain you, No more grieving, no more sorrow, Oh my dearest, Oh my beloved. I am yours, Oh my love, Tell me so, you are mine, Mine alone, Oh my love. Feel my heart, see my love, see. - Giovanni Francesco Busenello - Translation by Timothy Judd 10:30 My tears, why do you hold back? Why don’t you free the fierce pain That holds my breath and grasps my heart? Lidia, whom I adore so much, Is imprisoned between two walls, by her stern father for looking my way Trapped is this beautiful innocence, where sunlight won’t reach her; and what grieves me most and brings more torment and pain to my suffering, is that my treasure suffers because of my love. And you, grieving eyes, you don't cry? My tears, why do you hold back? Lidia, Alas, I miss my idol; I adore her. she's locked between hard marble, for whom I sigh and yet death won’t come. If death wants to please me, now that I'm hopeless, Ah, take my life, I beg you, rid me of this harsh pain. But I realize that fate loves to torment me It denies me death. If it is true, oh God, That cruel destiny thirsts only for my tears, Why, tears, why do you hold back? 21:07 The wound that is in my heart, woman, where you are happy, your eyes are to blame, mine are to blame. My eyes will look at you. Your eyes will hurt me, but how does it happen The fault is common and only my pain? (to bear) - Giovanni Battista Guarini - Translation by Rubina Mazurka 23:52 How happy is the day in which ancient things Are now by you shown and celebrated: One sees because around us, all friendly people are assembled here: We who spend our lives in these woodlands and groves, have also come here, I, nymph, and we, shepherds, and we sing together of our loves. - Niccolò Machiavelli - Translation by Rubina Mazurka 26:04 Oh my heart, while I watch you, I am patiently transformed in you, and, once transformed, in a single breath I exhale my spirit. Oh, mortal beauty, Oh, vital beauty, because a heart quickly lives again for you; and for you, if alive, it dies. - Giovanni Battista Guarini - Translation by Rubina Mazurka 30:42 What can be done? The rebellious stars, have no pity. Since the gods don't give Relief to my suffering, what can be done? What can be said? Up from the heavens disastrous Rain down upon me; That that perfidious love denies a breath of relief to my torment, What can be said? So it goes, cruel destiny, that powerful tyrant, Condemns the innocent: So it goes, the purest of gold of constancy and faithfulness, Refined every hour by the fire of pain. Yes, yes, I must suffer, yes, I must sigh, I must draw my breaths from pain. In bitter trouble I am eternalized Heaven withholds my fate In the vital period The moment of death. You damned spirits, You are blessed, since every cruel Eumenides * Is intent on torturing my soul. If they are gone, The furies of Dis, you spend eternity in the Elysian fields while I burn in hell. So it happens to all who go Tracing the footsteps of a blind god At the end, stumbles. - Signor Brunacci - Translation by Rubina Mazurka 40:04 My heart is insane, If every delirious hour It loves a semblance That is nothing but harsh. It gets angry, it sighs, It complains, it grieves, Frantically, every hour, It hurts in delirium. But if it remains in pain For those who despise it, It is well chained, And like that, Love restrains it My heart is insane, It laughs, then it dies, Mourning its fate, Craving its own death, Now this mockery. But if it’s for this face That it pines Instead of escaping, It is foolish, Burning in its proud flames of ardor, my heart is insane... - Anonymous, possibly Strozzi herself - Translation by Rubina Mazurka 47:19 She passed and left no quiver in the veins, who now Moving among the trees, and clinging in the air she severed, Fanning the grass she walked on then, endures: And I, who follow every seed-leaf upon the wind! They will say that I deserve this. Grey olive leaves beneath a rain-cold sky. - Ezra Pound

Умница ❤❤❤а Веть эта песня старая,давно забытая.браво что ее вспомнили😊

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Красотка поёт!😅

Симпапулька.......😊

Прикольно.)))

Хорошо! Люблю эту песню, спасибо Вам большое.

Отлично🎉🎉🎉

Любимая песня моей мамы.

Молодец Рубиночка,браво❤❤❤

Beautiful voice!

Очень красиво!!!