proszę o przetłumaczenie na j. polski :)

Vergin tutto amor
o madre di bontade
o madre pia, madre pia, ascolta,
dolce Maria la voce del peccator, del peccator
Il pianto suo ri muova,
giungano a tei suoi lamnti
suo duol, suoi tristi accenti,
senti pietoso quel tuo cor,
pietoso, pietoso, pietoso,
O madre di bontade,
Vergin tutto amor


Z góry wieeelkie dzięki:*

Preghiera - Modlitwa
Vergin tutto amor --- Dziewico wielkiej miłości (tutto amor - całkowitej miłości ???)
o madre di bontade --- o matko dobroci (bontande ???)
o madre pia, madre pia, ascolta, --- o matko (pia ???), wysłuchaj
dolce Maria la voce del peccator, del peccator --- słodka Mario głosu grzesznika
Il pianto suo rimuova,--- płacz jego wzrusza
giungano a te i suoi lamnti --- dochodzą do ciebie jego lamenty
suo duol, suoi tristi accenti, --- jego ból, jego smutne tony
senti pietoso quel tuo cor,--- słyszysz, litościwe to twoje serce
pietoso, pietoso, pietoso,--- miłosierna, miłosierna, miłosierna
O madre di bontade, --- o matko dobroci
Vergin tutto amor --- Dziewico wielkiej miłości

...tak trochę 'na czuja', bo tekst jakiś staro-włoski (chyba)...może ktoś sprawdzi i poprawi..
:)

pia...pobożna, bogobojna, nabożna, dobroczynna, świątobliwa.

Virgin, all loving
Virgin, all-loving,
Oh mother of generosity, holy mother,
Listen, sweet Mary,
The voice of the sinner.
The weeping you let move,
May you arrive to the lamenting
His sorrow, his sad accents,
Let him hear the mercy of your heart.
In my heart I no longer feel
In my heart I no longer feel
The sparkle of youth
The cause of my torment,
Love, the blame is yours.
You pinch me, you poke me,
You prick me, you nip at me,
What thing is this, alas!
Pity, pity, pity,
Love is a certain thing,
That despairs me.
Amorous Nightingales
Amorous nightingales, respond to our voices,
For the sweetness of your warbling.
ender the tenderest homage
to the Gods who reign in our woods!
Alone in the Woods
Yesterday evening in the peaceful stillness,
I saw in the wood a blackbird;
as I sat there,
forgetful of myself:
my darling creeps up to me
and kisses me.
For every leaf upon the linden,
a thousand times my darling kissed me;
I must confess,
there was no one about to see,
and the blackbird will be my witness:
we were alone