La Calunnia
Gioacchino Antonio Rossini
The Slander
The slander is a little breeze
The slander is a little breeze
A very gentle breeze
That insensible, subtle
Slightly, sweetly
Begins, begins to whisper
Softly, softly, low, low
In a whisper, hissing
It goes flowing, it goes flowing
It goes buzzing, it goes buzzing
In people's ears
It sneaks in, it sneaks in skillfully
And the heads and the brains
And the heads and the brains
It bewilders, it bewilders
It bewilders and makes swell
Coming out of the mouth
The clamor is growing
It gains strength little by little
It already flies from place to place
It seems like thunder, the storm
That in the heart of the forest
Goes whistling, grumbling
And makes you freeze with horror
In the end it overflows and bursts
It spreads, it doubles
And produces an explosion
Like a cannon shot
Like a cannon shot
An earthquake, a storm
An earthquake, a storm
An earthquake, a storm
That makes the air resound
An earthquake, a storm
An earthquake, a storm
An earthquake, a storm
That makes the air resound
And the wretched slandered
Dejected, trampled
Under the public scourge
By great fortune, he goes to die
And the wretched slandered
Dejected, trampled
Under the public scourge
By great fortune, he goes to die
Under the public scourge
By great fortune, yes, he goes to die
Under the public scourge
By great fortune, yes, he goes to die
He goes to die, he goes to die
He goes to die
