Povero Ernesto! Cercherò lontana terra, E se fia

Poor Ernesto!
Thrown out by his uncle
Abandoned by all
I had left a friend
And a hidden enemy
I discover in him
Who conspires against me

Losing Norina, oh God!
I did well
To express in a letter
My feelings
Now in another land
Let the grim days
Be spent

I'll seek a distant land
Where I can moan unknown
There I'll live with a heart at war
Lamenting the lost good
Lamenting the lost good

But neither fate against me
Nor distant mountains and sea
Will be able, sweet friend
To erase you from my heart
They won't be able
To erase you from my heart
They won't be able, sweet friend
To erase you from my heart

And if it happens that to another
You turn your heart one day
If it ever happens that a new affection
Extinguishes in you the old ardor
Do not fear that an unhappy one
Will accuse you to the sky
If you are, my love, happy
Your faithful one will be content
Your faithful one will be content
Your faithful one will be content

If you are, my love, happy
Your faithful one will be content
Ah, will be content
Your faithful one
Ah, your faithful one