Waiting! and Expecting!

I have a bad sympathy with this verse at this moment !

I would I were a careless child

I would I were a careless child, 
  Still dwelling in my Highland cave,
Or roaming through the dusky wild,
  Or bounding o'er the dark blue wave;
The cumbrous pomp of Saxon pride
  Accords not with the freeborn soul,
Which loves the mountain's craggy side,
  And seeks the rocks where billows roll.

Fortune! Take back these cultured lands,
  Take back this name of splendid sound!
I hate the touch of servile hands,
  I hate the slaves that cringe around.
Place me among the rocks I love,
  Which sound to Ocean's wildest roar;
I ask but this - again to rove
  Through scenes my youth hath known before.

Few are my years, and yet I feel
  The world was ne'er designed for me:
Ah! why do dark'ning shades conceal
  The hour when man must cease to be?
Once I beheld a splendid dream,
  A visionary scene of bliss:
Truth!- wherefore did thy hated beam
  Awake me to a world like this?

I loved - but those I loved are gone; 
  Had friends - my early friends are fled:
How cheerless feels the heart alone,
  When all its former hopes are dead!
Though gay companions o'er the bowl
  Dispel awile the sense of ill;
Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul,
  The heart - the heart - is lonely still.

How dull! to hear the voice of those
  Whom rank or chance, whom wealth or power,
Have made, though neither friends nor foes
  Associates of that festive hour.
Give me again the faithful few,
  In years and feelings still the same,
And I will fly the midnight crew,
  Where boist'rous joy is but a name.

And woman, lovely woman! thou,
  My hope, my comfortet, my all!
How cold must be my bosom now,
  When e'en thy smiles begin to pall!
Without a sigh would I resign
  This busy scene of splendid woe,
To make that calm contentment mine,
  Which virtue knows, or seems to know.

Fain would I fly the haunts of men -
  I seek to shun, not hate mankind;
My breast requires the sullen glen,
  Whose gloom may suit a darken'd mind.
Oh! that to me the wings were given
  Which bear the turtle to her nest!
Then I would cleave the vault of heaven,
  To flee away, and be at rest.

Tuscany的風光与Melodramma的磅薄淒美 

羨慕,嫉妒那幫現場的觀衆....

看Tuscany的幽雅;聽來自天堂的聲音......

Andrea Bocelli

Vivere in Tuscany

Melodramma

questa mia canzone

這是我的歌

inno dell' amore

愛的頌歌
tela canto adesso

我正為妳引吭高唱
con il mio dolor

伴隨著苦痛
così forte così grande

如此激烈,如此強大
che mi trafigge il cuor

深深刺傷我心
ma limpido è il mattino

明亮的晨光甦醒
fra i campi odor di vino

田野間傳來酒氣芳香
io ti sognavo e adesso

我在夢中遇到妳
ti vedo ancora lì

如今更見妳翩然而來
ah, quanta nostalgia

喔，記憶翻騰
affresco di collina

遠方丘陵如畫 
io piango che pazzia

我卻痛徹心扉

fu andarsene poi via.

該起身了,該離去了
questa melodia

這是我的歌
inno dell' amore

愛的頌歌

te la canto e sento

我正為妳引吭高唱
tutto il mio dolor

伴隨著苦痛 
così forte, così grande

如此激烈, 如此強大
che mi trafigge il cuor

深深刺傷我心 
ma limpido è il mattino

明亮的晨光甦醒
tra i campi un gran mulino

 阡陌之中一座風車轉動
lìè nato il mio destino

我的命運於焉降臨

amaro senza te

我因沒有妳而苦痛

amaro senza te...

我因沒有妳而苦痛
e questo cuore canta

我的心輕輕吟唱著

un dolce melodramma

一曲甜美的真愛樂章
è l' inno dell' amor

 這是愛的頌歌

che canterò per te

我正為妳引吭高唱
è un melodramma che

這曲真愛樂章
che canto senza te

少了妳，我獨自歌唱.....