La Calunnia
Gioacchino Antonio Rossini
The Slander
Slander is a breeze
A very gentle breeze
How insensitive, subtle
Lightly, gently
It begins
It starts to whisper
Very quietly
Earth, earth
Under your breath
Hissing
It's flowing, it's flowing
It's buzzing, it's buzzing
In people's ears
It is introduced
It is introduced dexterously
And the heads and the brains
And the heads and the brains
It makes you dizzy, it makes you dizzy
It makes you dizzy and makes you swell
From the mouth out coming out
The noise is growing
It gains strength little by little
It already flies from place to place
It sounds like thunder, the storm
That in the heart of the forest
He goes whistling, grumbling
And it makes you freeze with horror
In the end it overflows and explodes
It spreads, it doubles
And it produces an explosion
Like a cannon shot
Like a cannon shot
An earthquake, a storm
An earthquake, a storm
An earthquake, a storm
What makes the air reverberate
An earthquake, a storm
An earthquake, a storm
An earthquake, a storm
What makes the air reverberate
And the wretched slandered
Debased, trampled upon
Under public scourge
By great luck he's going to die
And the wretched slandered
Debased, trampled upon
Under public scourge
By great luck he's going to die
Under public scourge
By great luck he's going to die
Under public scourge
By great luck he's going to die
We're going to die
We're going to die
