All'idea Di Quel Metallo

[FIGARO]
At the idea of that metal
Portentous, all-powerful
A volcano
A volcano my mind
Already begins
Already begins to become, yes
At the idea of that metal
A volcano my mind
Begins to become, yes, yes
At the idea of that metal
A volcano my mind
Begins to become
To become, to become
A volcano
Begins to become

[CONTE]
Come on, let's see
Come on, let's see what effect
Of that metal
Of the volcano of your mind
Some monster
Some singular monster, yes
Of the volcano of your mind
Some singular monster, yes, yes
Of the volcano of your mind
Some singular monster
Yes, singular, yes, singular
Some singular monster

[FIGARO]
You should disguise yourself
For example, as a soldier

[CONTE]
As a soldier?

[FIGARO]
Yes, sir

[CONTE]
As a soldier? And what do you do?
What do you do? What do you do?

[FIGARO]
Today a regiment arrives
Today a regiment arrives

[CONTE]
Yes, the colonel is my friend
The colonel is my friend

[FIGARO]
Alright

[CONTE]
But then?

[FIGARO]
Goodness!
With the ticket for the lodging
That door will open
What do you say, my lord?
Don't you think? Haven't I found it?

[CONTE and FIGARO]
Ah! What an invention
Exquisite invention
What an invention
Exquisite!
What an invention
Exquisite!
What an invention
Exquisite! Bravo, beautiful
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Bravo, beautiful, truly!
Yes, yes
What an invention
Exquisite! Bravo, beautiful
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Truly!
What an invention
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Truly!
What an invention
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Truly!

[FIGARO]
Slowly, slowly
Another idea!
See what gold
See what gold does
Drunk, yes, drunk
My lord, you will pretend

[CONTE]
Drunk?

[FIGARO]
Yes, sir

[CONTE]
Drunk? But why?
Why? Why?

[FIGARO]
Because one who is not himself
Who falls from wine already
The guardian, believe me
The guardian will trust
The guardian, believe
Believe me
The guardian will trust

[CONTE and FIGARO]
What an invention
Exquisite invention
What an invention
Exquisite!
What an invention
Exquisite!
What an invention
Exquisite! Bravo, beautiful
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Bravo, beautiful, truly!
Yes, yes
What an invention
Exquisite! Bravo, beautiful
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Truly!
What an invention
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Truly!
What an invention
Bravo, beautiful, bravo, beautiful
Truly!

[CONTE]
So

[FIGARO]
To work

[CONTE]
Let's go

[FIGARO]
Good

[CONTE]
Oh, I almost forgot the best!
I almost forgot the best!
Tell me, your shop
To find you, where is it?

[FIGARO]
The shop? You can't miss it
Look carefully; there it is
Number fifteen on the left
Four steps, white facade
Five wigs in the window
Above a sign 'fine pomade'
Modern blue display
There's a lantern for a sign
There you will find me without fail
Five wigs in the window
Above a sign 'fine pomade'
Modern blue display
There's a lantern for a sign
There without fail, there without fail
There without fail you will find me
Five wigs a lantern
There without fail you will find me

[CONTE]
I understand

[FIGARO]
Now go quickly

[CONTE]
You watch carefully

[FIGARO]
I'll take care of the rest

[CONTE]
I trust you

[FIGARO]
I'll be waiting there

[CONTE]
My dear Figaro

[FIGARO]
I understand, I understand

[CONTE]
I'll bring with me

[FIGARO]
The full bag

[CONTE]
Yes, whatever you want, but then the rest

[FIGARO]
Oh, don't doubt that it will go well
That it will go well, well, well

[CONTE and FIGARO]
Ah, of love
I feel the flame
Of the coins
Herald of joy
I already hear the sound!
And of contentment!
Of unusual ardor
This soul ignites
The gold is coming
And of myself
Here it is
It makes me greater
Of the coins
I already hear the sound!
Ah, of love
Of the coins
I already hear the sound!
The gold is coming
Here it is
The gold is coming
The silver is coming
I feel the flame!
The gold is coming
Here it is
The gold is coming
The gold is coming
Herald of joy
Here it is, here it is
The gold is coming
The silver is coming
And of contentment!
Here it is, here it is
It descends into the pocket
Here it is
Here it is propitious
Of unusual ardor
That descends into my heart
And of myself
This soul ignites
It makes me greater
The gold is coming
The gold is coming
And of myself
The silver is coming
The silver is coming
And of myself
And of myself
And of myself
It makes me greater
It makes me greater
The gold is coming
The gold is coming
And of myself
The silver is coming
The silver is coming
And of myself
It makes me greater
And of myself
It makes me greater

And of myself
It makes me greater
And of myself
It makes me greater

[FIGARO]
Yes, yes

[CONTE and FIGARO]
It makes me greater

[FIGARO]
Yes, yes

[CONTE and FIGARO]
It makes me greater
It makes me greater