Una Voce Poco Fa (Il barbiere di Siviglia opera)

A voice just now
Here in my heart resounded;
My wounded heart is already
And it was Lindoro who wounded it.
Yes, Lindoro will be mine;
I swore it, I will win.
The guardian will refuse,
I will sharpen my wit.
In the end, he will calm down
And content I will remain.
Yes, Lindoro will be mine;
I swore it, I will win.
I am docile,
I am respectful,
I am obedient,
Sweet, loving;
I let myself be ruled,
I let myself be guided.
But if they touch me
Where my weakness is
I will be a viper
And a hundred traps
Before giving in
I will make play.