‘Una Furtiva Lagrima’ – A furtive tear


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A single secret tear
from her eye did spring:
as if she envied all the youths
that laughingly passed her by.
What more searching need I do?
What more searching need I do?
She loves me! Yes, she loves me, I see it. I see it.
For just an instant the beating
of her beautiful heart I could feel!
As if my sighs were hers,
and her sighs were mine!
The beating, the beating of her heart I could feel,
to merge my sighs with hers…
Heavens! Yes, I could die!
I could ask for nothing more, nothing more.
Oh, heavens! Yes, I could, I could die!
I could ask for nothing more, nothing more.
Yes, I could die! Yes, I could die of love.

The poor Nemorino pines for the lovely Adina, who shows him nothing but indifference. When he hears the story of “Tristan and Isolde,” and the love potion that causes the title characters to fall madly in love, Nemorino wonders if such a potion exists, and finds a con man who gladly sells him a “potion” that’s really just wine.

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