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Begli occhi
Original Language: Italian
Mi ferite, oh begli occhi.
Pensate che farebbono quei baci
Si cocenti e mordaci;
Langue l'anima, langue e'l cor vien meno.
Ahi, ch'io vi moro in seno.
Pensate che farebbono gli strali
Si pungenti e mortali;
Langue l'anima, langue, e'l cor vien meno.
Ahi, ch'io vi moro in seno.
Ma forse non morrò senza vendetta,
Ch'al fin chi morte da la morte aspetta.
Poet:
English
Beautiful Eyes
You wound me, oh beautiful eyes.
Think what those kisses could do,
so fiery and biting;
the soul languishes, languishes, and the heart swoons.
Ah, how I'm dying for you in my soul.
Think what those darts could do,
so sharp and deadly;
the soul languishes, languishes, and the heart swoons.
Ah, how I'm dying for you in my soul.
But maybe I won't die without revenge, because
in the end death awaits the one who causes death.
Translated by:
Richard Kolb
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Begli Occhi
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