Histrionia
Ataraxia Lyrics


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(Original version:)

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai
Oh bel messere vi rimirate invano
nello specchio mentitore delle vanita
il vostro bel viso pallido e diafano
domani, sol domani il vaiolo sfigurato avra

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai
Oh dolce madonna, padrona di virtu
da chiunque amata e riverita a volonta
ogni vostro onere ed ogni vostro onore
morendo di parto vi porterete nell'al di la

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai
Oh nobil signore dalla viril prestanza
oggi fate il computo delle vostre proprieta
castelli, terre, uomini che oggi possedete
domani a ferro e fuoco il nemico mettera

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai
Leggiadra giovinetta affacciata sulla vita
danzate arie amene e ricevete il baciaman
sguardi furtivi ed attesi amori dimenticate
poiche domani in convento vostro padre vi menera

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai
Io che son giullare e nulla possiedo
ne terre, ne virtu, ne bellezza e castita
oggi sono vostro umil servitore
domani servitore di chi vi rovinera

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
io sono il giullar non temo nemico ne maesta
ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
io sono il giullar non temo nemico ne maesta

(English version:)

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Oh fine Sir who admire yourself in vain
in the lying mirror of vanities
your gentle pale and diaphanous face
tomorrow only tomorrow the smallpox disfigured will have.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Oh gentle Lady owner of virtue
by anyone loved and revered as much as you please
each onus and honour of yours
dying in chilbirth you'll take with you in the next world.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Oh noble Lord with a mainly air
today you're making the counting of your own properties
castles, lands, men that today are yours
tomorrow your enemies will put to fire and sword.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Lovely girl facing life
you dance plaisant airs and receive the hand-kissing
furtive glances and awaited loves forget
'cause tomorrow your father will make you become a nun.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Me who I am jester and nothing I own
neither lands nor virtue or beauty or chastity
today I am your humble servant
tomorrow I'll be servant of whom will ruin you.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty,




Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty.

Overall Meaning

The song "Histrionia" by Ataraxia is a commentary on the vanity and transience of human life. The lyrics are a series of vignettes, each focusing on a different character who is either unaware of their impending doom or unable to prevent it. The first verse is directed at a man who admires himself in the mirror and is warned that his good looks will be destroyed by smallpox. The second verse is directed at a virtuous woman who dies in childbirth and is told that even her virtues cannot save her. The third verse is directed at a nobleman who values his properties and is warned that he will lose them all in a battle. The fourth verse is directed at a young woman who enjoys dancing and romancing and is told that she will be forced into a convent. The final verse is sung by a jester who claims to have nothing but a willingness to serve, but also warns that he will serve whoever ruins the people he has been singing about.


The song's theme of the transience of human life and the inevitability of decay and destruction is reflected in its musical style as well. The melody is based on a traditional Italian round, with each verse starting on a different note and gradually building to a climactic final note. The instrumentation is sparse, with only a guitar and a lute accompanying the vocals. The result is a haunting and ethereal sound that adds to the song's sense of melancholy and foreboding.


Line by Line Meaning

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh
The singer is urging the listener to laugh.


Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
The listener is encouraged to enjoy life while they still can, as tomorrow they may be sorrowful.


Oh fine Sir who admire yourself in vain
The singer criticizes those who are vain and overly concerned with their appearance.


in the lying mirror of vanities
The artist refers to superficiality and narcissism, where people are overly concerned with their outer image rather than inner qualities.


your gentle pale and diaphanous face
The artist describes the subject's delicate and translucent complexion.


tomorrow only tomorrow the smallpox disfigured will have.
The subject's beauty will be ruined by smallpox tomorrow, leaving them disfigured.


Oh gentle Lady owner of virtue
The singer addresses a virtuous woman.


by anyone loved and revered as much as you please
The woman is respected and loved by many.


each onus and honour of yours
The woman's responsibilities and accomplishments.


dying in chilbirth you'll take with you in the next world.
The woman's accomplishments and responsibilities will not benefit her in the afterlife, as she will die in childbirth.


Oh noble Lord with a mainly air
The singer addresses a noble man with an impressive presence.


today you're making the counting of your own properties
The man is likely taking inventory of his assets and wealth.


castles, lands, men that today are yours
The man owns castles, lands, and employees.


tomorrow your enemies will put to fire and sword.
The man's enemies will take his property by force, destroying it with fire and swords.


Lovely girl facing life
The singer addresses a young woman who is entering into the world.


you dance plaisant airs and receive the hand-kissing
The woman is enjoying flirtatious behavior and receiving admirers' compliments.


furtive glances and awaited loves forget
The woman should not hold on to the memory of secret or unrequited love, as her fate is to become a nun.


'cause tomorrow your father will make you become a nun.
The woman is destined for a religious life, as her father will make her become a nun the next day.


Me who I am jester and nothing I own
The singer is a jester who does not possess material possessions or honor.


neither lands nor virtue or beauty or chastity
The artist does not possess any land, virtues, beauty, or chastity.


today I am your humble servant
The artist is serving the woman humbly today.


tomorrow I'll be servant of whom will ruin you.
Tomorrow, the artist will serve whoever causes the woman's downfall.


I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty
The singer, a jester, is not afraid of either enemies or powerful people.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

loutiscrive

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Ridi, ridi, ridi poiché domani piangerai
Oh bel messere vi rimirate invano
Nello specchio mentitore delle vanità
Il vostro bel viso pallido e diafano
Domani, sol domani il vaiolo sfigurato avrà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Ridi, ridi, ridi poiché domani piangerai
Oh dolce madonna, padrona di virtù
Da chiunque amata e riverita a volontà
Ogni vostro onere ed ogni vostro onore
Morendo di parto vi porterete nell'aldilà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Ridi, ridi, ridi poiché domani piangerai
Oh nobil signore dalla viril prestanza
Oggi fate il computo delle vostre proprietà
Castelli, terre, uomini che oggi possedete
Domani a ferro e fuoco il nemico metterà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Ridi, ridi, ridi poiché domani piangerai
Leggiadra giovinetta affacciata sulla vita
Danzate arie amene e ricevete il baciaman
Sguardi furtivi ed attesi amori dimenticate
poiché domani in convento vostro padre vi menerà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Ridi, ridi, ridi poiché domani piangerai
Io che son giullare e nulla possiedo
Ne terre, ne virtù, ne bellezza e castità
Oggi sono vostro umil servitore
Domani servitore di chi vi rovinerà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Io sono il giullar non temo nemico ne maestà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Io sono il giullar non temo nemico ne maestà



All comments from YouTube:

Latieth

"Memento mori", ríe, ríe, que ya te llegará la hora de las lágrimas.

icarus313

Bellissima canzone! I thought it silly at first, but I'm finding myself drawn more and more into it. There are many themes here! Classical Greek Stoicism Comedy, as Tragedy The Injustice of Life (dying in childbirth) The Jester (archetype of our irreverence as a litany against fear) Wealth (a futile attempt to shield oneself from the inevitable) Vengeance (the servant in the lyrics who betrays her master) and best of all... Ironic Justice! (the vain man who is punished with smallpox)

cristian levi

GRANDIOSO SWING MEDIEVAL!!!! LES ADORO ATARAXIA!!!

Moises Rivera

Enorme!!! un saludo desde España

loutiscrive

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Ridi, ridi, ridi poiché domani piangerai
Oh bel messere vi rimirate invano
Nello specchio mentitore delle vanità
Il vostro bel viso pallido e diafano
Domani, sol domani il vaiolo sfigurato avrà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Ridi, ridi, ridi poiché domani piangerai
Oh dolce madonna, padrona di virtù
Da chiunque amata e riverita a volontà
Ogni vostro onere ed ogni vostro onore
Morendo di parto vi porterete nell'aldilà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Ridi, ridi, ridi poiché domani piangerai
Oh nobil signore dalla viril prestanza
Oggi fate il computo delle vostre proprietà
Castelli, terre, uomini che oggi possedete
Domani a ferro e fuoco il nemico metterà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Ridi, ridi, ridi poiché domani piangerai
Leggiadra giovinetta affacciata sulla vita
Danzate arie amene e ricevete il baciaman
Sguardi furtivi ed attesi amori dimenticate
poiché domani in convento vostro padre vi menerà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Ridi, ridi, ridi poiché domani piangerai
Io che son giullare e nulla possiedo
Ne terre, ne virtù, ne bellezza e castità
Oggi sono vostro umil servitore
Domani servitore di chi vi rovinerà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Io sono il giullar non temo nemico ne maestà
Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi
Io sono il giullar non temo nemico ne maestà

Efestia depp

hermoso TOT

giorgio g

unici e fantastici.

Igor Lucas

Muito boa essa musica ... Nós do Brasil também curtimos esse tipo de musica !!

Danilo de Castro

com certeza, eu amo Ataraxia

spiegelnder

If you think it is so easy to be laughing in life instead of being sad I dare you to try it every day and see if it works. Life is full of terrible and painful experiences that are bound to cause suffering, despair and sadness. And you can't get away from it as it is. Don't look at things on such a superficial level. And besides, what's the meaning of laughing really?! Some people think that sadness is pointless. But so is laughter too in the end. It is to no avail! Nothing will change.

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