Three senior ministers and Imperial have the same function as the chorus in Greek tragedy: stress events by acting as a sounding board for thoughts and of collective sentiments. Impersonate the voice of common sense, first discouraging in every way the foreign prince from what seems to them a suicide announced, and then, early in the second act, indulging the recollection of the past full of regret, so quiet and ordered, before the appearance of Turandot, with its persistent and tragic rejection of marriage, overturn the established order by putting at risk the continuity of the empire ("Goodbye, farewell race, farewell race divine! ... It ends China !..."). After advised the Prince to desist from neutral test, they are now prepared for any eventuality (prepare for the wedding or funeral), why not have a background in real personal opinion and are aware of their impotence and futility of their intervention. Although great ministers, they are completely dependent on power. Even their wishes are expressed only as a fantasy or regret, without any decision-making ("I want to go back there, and here I am racking my brain on books sacred "). Their interest is all aimed at the welfare and tranquility material (the blue house on the lake, the forests at Tsiang, the garden at Kiu ...) and nothing can understand the research that goes beyond the immediate well, much less a mortal challenge to the conquest of a woman who, as princess, in looks exactly like the others ("He has two legs, two arms ...")
They are then entrusted with the anti-heroic and sdrammatizzante part, representing the exact opposite of Calaf, the counterpoint speculation, as Sancho Panza to Don Quixote.
characters are stereotypical, reproducible forms (they are taken by the Commedia dell'Arte in the work of Carlo Gozzi called Pantalone, Tartaglia, Brighella and Truffaldino and are respectively the secretary of the Emperor, the Chancellor, the master of pages and the chief of the eunuchs) because their logic is the logic of collective conformity, ruled by what we usually think about all that "it would should "do, while the behavior of Calaf is strictly individual and personal response to a dictation, your own destiny, something like a" vocation "which may seem crazy to others but that requires" fidelity to oneself "before consideration for collective rules.
Click here for the lyrics to "Hey, Pang! Hey, Pong."
Hey PING, Pang! Hey, Pong! Since the fatal gong
raises the royal palace and the city wakes,
We are ready for any event: If the foreigner
wins, for the wedding, and if he loses
, PEL burial.
PONG
I prepare the wedding ...
PANG
... and I the funeral.
PONG
The red lantern festival ...
PANG
The white lanterns of mourning ...
PONG
The incense and offerings ...
PANG
The incense and offerings ...
PONG
paper gold coins,
the beautiful crimson crowbar ...
PANG
tea, sugar, nutmeg,
the coffin great, well done ...
PONG I priests to sing ...
PANG
The monks groaning ...
PONG, PANG
And all the rest,
accordance with the rites,
minute, endless!
PING
O China, or China, or that
startled gasps and restless, like sleeping
pleased,
inflate your seventy thousand centuries!
PING, PONG, PANG
Everything was
second rule of the ancient world.
Then came ... Turandot!
And for years that our party will be reduced to
joys like these:
three strokes of the gong, three riddles ...
and heads down!
PANG
Year of the Rat they were six.
PONG
The year of the dog they were eight.
PING, PONG, PANG
This year,
the terrible year of the Tiger,
we are already in the thirteenth,
with what goes down!
What work! What a bore! A
we've ever been reduced?
Ministers are of the Executioner!
PING
Honan
I have a house with his little blue lake, surrounded by bamboo
everything.
And here I am wasting my life,
racking my brains over holy books.
And I could go back there,
at my little blue lake, surrounded by bamboo
everything.
PONG I
forests near Tsiang,
most beautiful is not it, that does not have
shade for me.
PANG
I have a garden at Kiu,
that left to come here,
and that will never see again!
PING
And I could go back there,
at my little blue lake, surrounded by bamboo
everything!
PING, PANG, PONG
And we are here racking my brain
, the holy books!
PONG
Tsiang And I could go ...
PING
And I could go back there ...
PANG
And I could go ... Kiu
PING
... to enjoy the blue lake ...
PONG PANG
Tsiang ...
Kiu ...
PING
Honan ...
PING, PANG, PONG
O world full of crazy love! We've seen
arrival of the aspirants!
Plenty! Plenty!
PING
you remember the regal prince of Samarkand?
He made his demand, and she
joy with which he sent the Executioner!
PEOPLE
Oil it, grind it, and let the blade flash
spurt ...
fire and blood!
PONG
And Sagarika
Seize Indian jeweled earrings as bells?
Love asked, was beheaded!
PANG
And the Burmese?
PONG
And the Prince of Kirghiz?
PONG, PANG
Killed! Killed! Killed! Killed!
PING
And the Tartar six cubits
of rich furs?
PONG, PANG
Extinct! Extinct!
PEOPLE
May spurt
blade flash and fire and blood! Where
Turandot reigns
work is never dull!
PING, PANG, PONG
and pickled! Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Equipment!
Kill! Equipment! Kill!
Goodbye, farewell race! Farewell
race divine! It ends
China!
Goodbye, race divine!
PING
O Tigre! O Tigre!
PING, PANG, PONG
O Grand Marshall of the sky,
ago that come the big night waiting
the night of surrender! The thalamus
PING
I want prepare!
PONG
will shake you to the soft feathers.
PANG
the alcove I want the perfume.
PING
will guide the bride and groom holding the lamp.
PING, PANG, PONG
Then all three of us will sing in the garden of love until morning, so ...
There is in China for our good fortune
woman who reject the love! One
that there was and this one was ice, and is now blazing ardor!
Princess, your empire stretches from
Tse-Tse-Kiang Jang immense!
But there, inside the plush curtains,
there is a spouse who rule over you! You
of kisses feel the aroma,
already are breaking, you're all languor!
Glory, glory to the secret night,
that now sees the miracle accomplished!
Glory, glory to the yellow covered
silk night ... secret! Witness the sweet sighs
! In the garden
sussurran things
and tinkle of bells or sighing ...
We love words,
s'imperlano dew on the flowers!
Glory, glory to the beautiful half-naked body
ignored now knows that the mystery! Gloria
intoxication and the love she has won
and restores peace to China!
( from the noise of the palace recall the three ministers to the sad reality ). We
PING we dream and the building
already swarming with lanterns, servants and soldiers.
hear the great drum of the temple green! Already
Stridone the endless strips of Peking.
PING, PANG, PONG
hear trumpets! Nothing but peace!
begins the ceremony. Let's enjoy
yet another block!
Director: Zubin Mehta
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Director: Claudio Micheli
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