Unsure at first how to pursue her desire to sing, it was not until she was 14 that Emma met a teacher who could help realise her dreams. "She was a little old lady, about 70, and in her day she had been a great singer. She surrounded herself with candles and cats and her piano and I loved the whole atmosphere,” Emma remembers. “I touched these great scores for the first time and read the Italian words which seemed to have a mystery and romance." She also told Emma that she was a soprano coloratura. “Singing was still like playing with a toy to me. She found my voice and slowly started to bring it out."
Emma took lessons with her for two years and was convinced she had found her purpose in life. But she was also approaching an age when her parents were concerned about career prospects and her future. "They didn't think singing could ever be a proper job," Emma recalls. "My father was a policeman and thought that maybe I should follow in his footsteps. My mother was a secretary and she thought that would be a good job for me. I understand why they wanted me to concentrate on my other studies. But to me singing is an affirmation of being alive."
She continues to pay tribute to her early teacher but has never seen her since. “I still feel guilty about stopping,” she explains. All great singers will tell you that the voice is a gift, and not being able to use that gift left Emma feeling hollow. "I didn’t know what I wanted to do. But I felt I had done something wrong. I felt all bottled up. If I don’t sing I explode," she says.
Her desire to sing did not go away and was soon to re-emerge in a radically different form when she joined a heavy metal band. "Some guys in my class were forming a rock group and they were actually looking for a male singer," Emma recalls. "They wanted someone who could scream, so I said I could do that." Her offer was gratefully accepted and for the next two years she abandoned her operatic scales and exercises and smoked two packets of cigarettes a day to give her voice a rougher, rock inflection.
Yet although she enjoyed the screaming, she began to miss the music of the opera. One day a friend of her mother's took the young rock singer to a performance of Mozart's Don Giovanni at a Parisian opera house. It was the first time she had ever seen an opera on stage and she was entranced. "I thought after hearing something so beautiful I had to die," she recalls. "We had seats on the balcony and I remember wanting to jump off it and fly."
She began once again looking for a teacher and enrolled at a music school. Yet she found the style of teaching cold and formal, and soon took off with a friend for New York. "While I was there I sang some r&b, which in a way has a similar power to opera. It's very earthy and it's contributed a lot to the way I approach singing today," she says.
When she eventually returned to France, she again resumed singing lessons. But by now she had decided she didn't want to go into opera, particularly after one teacher had accused her of introducing a groove into her delivery of a famous aria. "That set me thinking I should find my own ways of expression and use my voice to invent something of my own."
A chance meeting at a party with the French composer and pop star Jean-Patrick Capdvielle gave her the opportunity. They had met before but with an audacity she still wonders at, she asked him to write an album for her. "But I'm not Verdi," he told her. "And I'm not a proper opera singer so we should do something together," she replied.
Her boldness clearly made an impression for a week later, he rang her and they began working together. "There was this perfect moment when it was so evident it was going to work," Emma says. Indeed it worked so well that the resulting album Carmine Meo, released in 1997, has now sold in excess of two million copies. The album roared to the top of the French album charts, selling 100,000 copies in its first three months and earning Emma her first of many gold discs. That success was soon echoed on the international market, as Carmine Meo rose to the top of the charts worldwide, often overtaking albums by the likes of Céline Dion and Madonna.
But whereas most of the writing on Carmine Meo had been done by Capdvielle, for her second album Emma was determined to write her own material. Signed to a new label, Ark 21, she began to look around for a new musical collaborator. Miles Copeland, head of her new label, recommended Graeme Revell, a composer whose work had appeared on the soundtrack to the Red Planet movie. It proved to be a perfect fit. "In his music I found an echo of what I was looking for," Emma says.
Spente Le Stelle
Emma Shapplin Lyrics
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Per un miraggio
Quel cuor tradisti
Odiar di più, non puó !
La mia voce, senti
Il suo dolor... o no ?
La tua sparí
E io, pazza, t'aspetto !
Dimenticar...
O non più vivere
Ormai, salvo...
La notte... la notte... la notte...
Ah !...
Spente le stelle
Col pallido raggio di luna
Piange l'amore
Che si lancia come l'onda poi se ne va
Vuota, la notte
E la sua speranza breve
Ora sgorga l'amaro pianto
Un cuor ferito, disperato passa qua
Dunque fuggisti
I sogni vuoti
Dunque perdesi
I brevi vortici
Dimenticar...
O non più vivere
Ormai, salvo...
La notte... la notte... la notte...
Ah !...
Spente le stelle
Col pallido raggio di luna
Piange l'amore
Che si lancia come l'onda poi se ne va
Vuota, la notte
E la sua speranza breve
Ora sgorga l'amaro pianto
Un cuor ferito, disperato passa qua
Vuota, la notte
E la sua speranza breve
Ora sgorga l'amaro pianto
Un cuor ferito, disperato passa qua
The lyrics to Emma Shapplin's Spente Le Stelle capture the essence of heartbreak and loss, with the singer lamenting a lost love. The opening lines "Quel cuor perdesti / Per un miraggio / Quel cuor tradisti / Odiar di più, non puó !" roughly translate to "That heart you lost / For a mirage / That heart you betrayed / You cannot hate more!" The lyrics suggest that the singer's love was betrayed and lost due to a false illusion. The next lines, "La mia voce, senti / Il suo dolor... o no? / La tua sparì / E io, pazza, t'aspetto!" mean "Do you hear my voice, its pain? / Did you disappear? / And I, crazy, wait for you!" These suggest that despite the betrayal and loss, the singer still harbors love for their lost partner and continues to wait for them.
The chorus, "Spente le stelle / Col pallido raggio di luna / Piange l'amore / Che si lancia come l'onda poi se ne va / Vuota, la notte / E la sua speranza breve / Ora sgorga l'amaro pianto / Un cuor ferito, disperato passa qua," translates to "The stars went out / With the pale moonlight / Love weeps / That throws itself like a wave and then goes away / Empty, the night / And its short hope / Now the bitter tears flow / A wounded heart, desperate, passes by." The imagery of the stars going out, along with the moon's pale light, signifies the utter emptiness and hopelessness of the singer's world after the loss of their love. The chorus further suggests that the love once shared was intense, but is now gone, leaving behind only tears and a wounded heart.
Overall, the song Spente Le Stelle is a beautiful rendition of the heart-wrenching emotions that come with the loss of love. Emma Shapplin's powerful voice and the meaningful lyrics paired with evocative music make this song an emotional experience.
Line by Line Meaning
Quel cuor perdesti
You lost that heart
Per un miraggio
For a mirage
Quel cuor tradisti
You betrayed that heart
Odiar di più, non puó !
It cannot hate more!
La mia voce, senti
Do you hear my voice
Il suo dolor... o no ?
Does it's pain mean anything?
La tua sparí
You disappeared
E io, pazza, t'aspetto !
And I, crazy, wait for you!
Dimenticar...
To forget
O non più vivere
Or never live again
Ormai, salvo...
Now, safe...
La notte... la notte... la notte...
The night... the night... the night...
Ah !...
Ah!...
Spente le stelle
The stars are out / dead
Col pallido raggio di luna
With the pale moonbeam
Piange l'amore
Love cries
Che si lancia come l'onda poi se ne va
That throws itself like a wave and then disappears
Vuota, la notte
Empty, the night
E la sua speranza breve
And its short hope
Ora sgorga l'amaro pianto
Now bitter tears flow
Un cuor ferito, disperato passa qua
A wounded, desperate heart goes by
Dunque fuggisti
So you ran away
I sogni vuoti
The empty dreams
Dunque perdesi
So you lost yourself
I brevi vortici
The brief vortices
Vuota, la notte
Empty, the night
E la sua speranza breve
And its short hope
Ora sgorga l'amaro pianto
Now bitter tears flow
Un cuor ferito, disperato passa qua
A wounded, desperate heart goes by
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: JEAN PATRICK GASTON ANDRE CAPDEVIELLE, GASTONE DI MURTA, VIC EMERSON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@user-lq5mq3xh2z
ВСЕ СОВПАЛО ГОЛОС ,ВНЕШНОСТЬ И ГЛАВНОЕ ДУША
Ты потерял своё сердце
Среди миражей,
Ты изменил своему сердцу.
Невозможно ненавидеть сильнее!
Мой голос, ты слышишь
Его боль... или нет?
Твое исчезновение,
И я, как безумная, тебя жду! БРАВИСИМО !!!!!!!!!!!!
@Equirythmystica
Исчез однажды,
Как сон, мираж ты,
Разбил мне сердце,
Теперь брожу одна…
Может голос слышишь?
Моя в нём боль слышна…
Куда пропал ты?
Безумно жду я тебя!
Забыть должна
Тебя я всё же,
С тоски умру
Иначе, иначе, иначе я!..
Звёзды потухли,
Луна на небе еле светит,
Плачет от горя,
Найти она очень хочет любовь, тебя.!
Чёрною ночью
Её покинула надежда,
Только душат прегорько слёзы
И сердце ноет острой болью у меня!
Сбежал без вести,
А был же мой ты…
Исчез, как ветер,
Как будто тень в ночи…
Забыть должна
Тебя я всё же,
С тоски умру
Иначе, иначе, иначе я!..
Звёзды потухли,
Луна на небе еле светит,
Плачет от горя,
Найти она очень хочет любовь, тебя.!
Чёрною ночью
Её покинула надежда,
Только душат прегорько слёзы
И сердце ноет острой болью у меня!
Чёрною ночью
Её покинула надежда,
Только душат прегорько слёзы
И сердце ноет острой болью у меня!
@user-if4yj2to2q
Боже какая женственность у этой певицы . А голос , ну слов нету . Браво , белисиммо .
@user-ww4hu4sc9w
Моя мама любила эту прекрасную певицу .Она плакала.Теперь плачу я ,потеряв ммамулю. Да я мужчина,но видимо ,что- то сильно душевно в ее исполнении.Каждый раз слушая эту композицию ,мурашки и слезы. ПРОСТИТЕ за мнительность.
@liubovnazimova1251
Примите искренние соболезнования.
@aldosimeone5180
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@sarubiluisalberto8206
Para los sentimientos no existen sexos , ni edades 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏
@user-gh1ub5nq2s
Это не мнительность. Просто Вы Человек.
@user-zb8sf2gs9b
Мои искренние соболезнования! Мама ваш Ангел! Сил вам и любви!
@user-yp5mn9bq3g
Господи! Который раз слушаю и каждый раз убеждаюсь - Она АНГЕЛ! Люди так петь не умеют!
@andrein.kravchenko894
Ангелы на небесах! На земле только люди! Но очень разные.
@user-yp5mn9bq3g
@@andrein.kravchenko894 Извините, вы истина в последней инстанции? Кто вам сказал что ангелы на небе а люди на земле? И никак иначе?