Languir Per Una Bella
Gioacchino Antonio Rossini
Longing for a Beauty
Lindoro
Longing for a beauty
And being far, far from her
Is the cruelest torment
That a heart can feel
Maybe the moment will come
But I don't hope for it yet
Maybe it will come, maybe it will come
But I don't hope for it yet
Longing for a beauty
And being far, far from her
Is the cruelest torment
That a heart can feel
Maybe the moment will come
But I don't hope for it yet
Maybe the moment will come
Maybe the moment will come
But I don't hope for it yet
No, no, no, no
This soul content
In the midst of sorrows
Only finds peace
Thinking of her beloved
Who always faithful
Preserves, preserves in love
Who always faithful
Preserves in love
This soul content
In the midst of sorrows
Only finds peace
Thinking of her beloved
Who always faithful
Preserves in love
Who always faithful
Preserves in love
Who always faithful
Preserves, preserves in love
Who always faithful
Preserves in love
Preserves in love
Preserves in love
Preserves in love
Preserves in love
Preserves in love
