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Year 1603 (MDCIII) was a common year starting on Wednesday of the Gregorian calendar and a common year starting on Saturday of the 10-day slower Julian calendar.
Benedetto Ferrari (c. 1603 – 1681) was an Italian composer, particularly of opera, librettist and theorbo player.
Ferrari was born in Reggio nell'Emilia. He worked in Rome (1617–18), Parma (1619–23), and possibly in Modena at some time between 1623 and 1637. He created music and libretti in Venice and Bologna, 1637-44. Ferrari's Andromeda, with music by Francesco Manelli, was the first Venetian opera performed in a public theatre (in 1637). Subsequently he provided both the text and the music for two operas, both presented in Venice: La maga fulminata (1638) and Il pastor regio (1640). The 1641 Bolognese staging of the latter included, as its final duet, the text "Pur ti miro, pur ti godo," which was later reused, possibly with Ferrari's music, for the final duet in the surviving manuscripts of Monteverdi's L'Incoronazione di Poppea.
Ferrari went to Vienna in 1651, seving the emperor Ferdinand III. Upon returning to Modena in 1653 he was appointed court choirmaster. His post was eliminated in 1662 but reinstated in 1674, after which he served until his death at Modena. Many sources recount his virtuosity as a theorbo player.
Will I be left here, alone in sadness?
I feel the end now, I've gone and lost this.
When I think of you from time to time
I know the differences means I'll wait a while
Until the sun rises on your side of town
I hope the signal I had can still be found
I feel alone, I fear I won't get through this
All this has shown; the truth in the madness.
It's time to breahte and know that you've got it.
All this has shwown; the truth in the madness.
Will I be left here, alone in sadness?
I feel the end now, I've gone and lost this.
Can you not hear me? I can't keep trying...
I woudn't leave this without an ending.
I have had my thoughts. I'm sure you've had your dreams.
When your life has no plan, you don't need schemes.
You learn that the road is a home and when the strangers stare, you know you're never alone. (Never alone)
I feel alone, I fear I won't get through this
All this has shown; the truth in the madness.
It's time to breahte and know that you've got it.
All this has shwown; the truth in the madness.
Will I be left here, alone in sadness?