Di Quella Pira
Luciano Pavarotti
Of that pyre
From that pyre the horrendous fire
All my fibers burned, flamed up!
Impious ones, put it out, or I will soon
Quench it with your blood!
I was already a son before loving you
Your torment cannot restrain me
Unhappy mother, I run to save you
Or at least I run to die with you!
Or at least I run to die with you!
(To arms! To arms! To arms!)
Unhappy mother, I run to save you, or at least with you
Or at least I run to die with you!
(To arms! To arms! To arms!)
Unhappy mother, I run to save you
Or at least I run to die with you!
To arms! To arms! To arms!
