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==Music files==
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*{{CPDLno|5834}} [[Media:ws-gaba-sen.pdf|{{Pdf}}]] [[Media:ws-gaba-sen.mid|{{Mid}}]] [[Media:ws-gaba-sen.sib|{{sib}}]]  (Sibelius 2)
*{{CPDLno|5834}} [[Media:ws-gaba-sen.pdf|{{Pdf}}]] [[Media:ws-gaba-sen.mid|{{Mid}}]] [[Media:ws-gaba-sen.sib|{{sib}}]]  (Sibelius 2)
{{Editor|Steven Langley Guy|2003-10-22}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|17|160}}{{Copy|Personal}}
{{Editor|Steven Langley Guy|2003-10-22}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|17|160}}{{Copy|Personal}}

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  • CPDL #05834:      (Sibelius 2)
Editor: Steven Langley Guy (submitted 2003-10-22).   Score information: A4, 17 pages, 160 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: written in original C clefs

General Information

Title: Sento, sent' un rumor
Composer: Andrea Gabrieli

Number of voices: 8vv   Voicing: SSAATTBB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: basso per l'organo

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Original text and translations

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Sento, sent’un rumor ch’al ciel si estolle
E turba l’aria e fa tremar la terra;
Quest’è’l nemico nostro, invido e folle,
Ch’ad hor ne chiama a sanguinosa guerra,
E, scorrendo veloce il piano e’l colle
Preda i beni e i muri atterra.
All’arme ognuno! All’arme gridi!.
E il tambur chiocchi e l’aversario sfidi.

Alla battaglia, o foti cavalieri,
Venite tutti meco ardidamente
E de’ nemici nostri audaci e fieri
Domiam col ferro l’orgliosa mente.
Sù, trombette, suonate!.
“Fan fari rari raron fan”.
E voi guerrieri ferite e amazzate
La vil gente; che, vinta con suo danno,
E nostra gloria,
A noi lascia fuggendo la vittoria.