Non Pìù Andrai
José Carlos Santos Silva
No More Shall You Go
No more shall you go, amorous butterfly
Night and day fluttering around
Disturbing the rest of beauties
Little Narcissus, little Adonis of love
Disturbing the rest of beauties
Little Narcissus, little Adonis of love
No more will you have those beautiful plumes
That light and gallant hat
That hair, that brilliant air
That rosy, womanly color!
That rosy, womanly color!
No more will you have those plumes
That hat
That hair, that brilliant air
No more shall you go, amorous butterfly
Night and day fluttering around
Disturbing the rest of beauties
Little Narcissus, little Adonis of love
Disturbing the rest of beauties
Little Narcissus, little Adonis of love
Among warriors, by Jove!
Big mustaches, tight trousers
Musket on shoulder, sabre at side
Head up, nose out
A big helmet, or a big turban
Much honor, little money
Little money
Little money
And instead of the fandango
A march through the mud
Through mountains, through valleys
With snow and sunshine
To the concert of trombones
Of bombards, of cannons
Whose balls in all the thunders
Make the ears whistle
No more will you have those plumes
No more will you have that hat
No more will you have that hair
No more will you have that brilliant air
No more shall you go, amorous butterfly
Night and day fluttering around
Disturbing the rest of beauties
Little Narcissus, little Adonis of love
Disturbing the rest of beauties
Little Narcissus, little Adonis of love
Cherubino, to victory!
To military glory!
Cherubino, to victory!
To military glory!
To military glory!
To military glory!
