Lunge da Lei… De' Miei Bollenti Spiriti

Far from her there is no delight for me!
Three moons have already flown
Since my violet
Left me, riches, loves
And the grand feasts,
Where accustomed to homage,
I saw everyone enslaved by her beauty.
And now content in these pleasant places
She forgets everything for me.
Here close to her I feel reborn,
And from the breath of love regenerated
I forget in her delights all the past.

Of my boiling spirits
The youthful ardor
She tempered with the peaceful
Smile of love, of love!
Since the day she said:
I want to live, I want to be faithful to you,
Of the forgetful universe
I live, I live almost,
I live almost in heaven.

Since the day she said:
I want to live faithful to you,
Ah yes... of the forgetful universe
I live, I live almost,
I live almost in heaven.
I live in heaven.
Of the forgetful universe.
I live almost in heaven.
Ah yes, I live almost in heaven.
I live almost in heaven.