Cruda Sorte

[ISABELLA]
Rough luck! Love tyrant!
Is this the reward for my faith?
There is no horror, terror, nor anguish
Equal to what I feel in me
For you alone, my Lindoro
I find myself in such danger
From whom do I hope, oh God, for advice?
Who will comfort me?
From whom do I hope, oh God, for advice?
Who will comfort me?
From whom do I hope, oh God, for advice?
Who will comfort me?

[CHORUS]
It's a piece for Mustafà
It's a piece for Mustafà

[ISABELLA]
Here we need ease
No more frenzy, nor fear
Yes, courage is needed now
Now who I am will be seen
Now who I am will be seen

I already know from practice
What is the effect
Of a languid glance
Of a little sigh
I know how to tame men
How it's done
Yes, yes, yes, yes
I know how to tame men
How it's done, yes
I know how to tame men
How it's done

Whether sweet or rough
Whether cool or fiery
They are all similar
More or less
Whether cool or fiery
They are all similar
More or less

Everyone asks for it
Everyone desires it
Everyone asks for it
Everyone desires it
From a charming woman
Happiness
Yes, yes, yes, yes
From a charming woman
Happiness, yes
From a charming woman
Happiness

Everyone desires it
Everyone asks for it
From a charming woman
Happiness
Everyone desires it
Everyone asks for it
From a charming woman
Happiness
Happiness
Happiness
From a charming woman
Happiness
From a charming woman
Happiness
Happiness
Happiness
Happiness