Malinconia, Ninfa Gentile
Evandro Oliva
Melancholy, Gentle Nymph
Melancholy, gentle nymph
My life I consecrate to you
Who holds your pleasures in contempt
Is not born for true pleasures
I asked the Gods for fountains and hills
They finally heard me, content I will live
Neither that fountain with my desires
Nor that mountain will I ever pass
I will never pass
Neither ever, with my desires
I will pass
Never, never, I will pass
No, no, never
