O Zittre Nicht, Mein Lieber Sohn! (Die Zauberflöte Opera Aria)
Luciana Serra
Oh, Don't Tremble, My Dear Son!
Oh, don't tremble, my dear son!
You are innocent, wise, and pure.
A young man like you can best
Comfort this deeply troubled mother’s heart.
I’ve been chosen for suffering,
For my daughter is missing from me.
Through her, all my happiness is lost,
A villain escaped with her.
I still see her trembling,
With anxious shivers,
Her fearful quaking,
Her timid striving.
I had to watch her be taken away.
Oh, help! Oh, help! Was all she said.
Alone, her pleas were in vain,
For my help was too weak.
You, you, you will go to rescue her.
You will be the savior of my daughter.
And when I see you as the victor,
Then let her be yours forever.
