Ella Mi Fu Rapita Parmi Veter Le Lagrime
Luciano Pavarotti
She Was Stolen From Me
She was stolen from me!
And when, oh heaven
In the brief
Moments before my inner premonition
Would push me on the path once more!
The door was wide open! And the house was empty!
And where will that dear angel be now?
The one who first ignited in my heart
The flame of constant affection?
She so pure, whose modest gaze
Almost drives me to virtue at times, I believe!
She was stolen from me!
And who dared to take her?
But I will have, but I will have my revenge
The tears of my beloved demand it
I seem to see the tears
Flowing from that eye
When between doubt and anxiety
Of sudden peril
Remembering our love
Remembering our love
He called for her
And he could not help you
Dear beloved girl
He who would wish with all his soul
To make you happy down here
He who the spheres
He who the spheres to the angels
Did not envy for you.
