Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Non più mesta - La Cenerentola

I was born deeply troubled and crying,
Silently suffering at the core;
But by a sweet enchantment
in the flower of my youth
Like a flash
My fate will change.

No, no, no, no, wipe away your tears: 
Why do you tremble, why?
Fly to my bosom
Daughter, sister, friend 
All found in me.

No more sadness by the fire
To be warbling alone, no!
Ah it was a flash of lightning, a dream, a game
My long life of fear.

Cecilia Bartoli in Rossini's La Cenerentola.
Met, 1997

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