Vanne, o Rosa Fortunata
Luciano Pavarotti
Go, O Lucky Rose
Go, O lucky rose
To rest on the chest of Nice
And everyone will be forced
To envy your fate
Oh, if I could also
Transform into you for just a moment
I would have no greater joy
Than this heart to sigh
But you bow, spiteful
Beautiful rose, pale and wan
Your brow faded
From disdain and from pain
Beautiful rose, it's destined
For both to share the same fate
There we must find death
You from envy and I from love
