Sì, ritrovarla io giuro – La Cenerentola

Yes, I swear I will find her.

Love, love, move me:

If she were in the lap of Jupiter

I would find her.

Beloved, dear proof

That at least gratifies me

Ah! The lip and the breast

How I will cling to you!

We will fly, we will ask,

We will seek, we will find.

Sweet hope, cold fear,

Inside my heart

They are fighting;

Love, love,

Give me guidance.

Ramon Vargas in Rossini's Cenerentola.

Met, 1997

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