LA CONTESSA
E Susanna non vien! Sono ansiosa
Di saper come il Conte
Accolse la proposta. Alquanto ardito
Il progetto mi par, e ad uno sposo
Sì vivace, e geloso!
Ma che mal c'è? Cangiando i miei vestiti
Con quelli di Susanna, e i suoi co' miei...
Al favor della notte... oh cielo, a quale
Umil stato fatale io son ridotta
Da un consorte crudel, che dopo avermi
Con un misto inaudito
D'infedeltà, di gelosia, di sdegni,
Prima amata, indi offesa, e alfin tradita,
Fammi or cercar da una mia serva aita!
Dove sono i bei momenti
Di dolcezza e di piacer,
Dove andaro i giuramenti
Di quel labbro menzogner?
Perché mai se in pianti e in pene
Per me tutto si cangiò,
La memoria di quel bene
Dal mio sen non trapassò?
Ah! Se almen la mia costanza
Nel languire amando ognor,
Mi portasse una speranza
Di cangiar l'ingrato cor.
Parte
E Susanna non vien Video (MV)
Performed By: The Marriage of Figaro
From Album: The Marriage of Figaro Opera
Language: Italian
Year: 1786
The Marriage of Figaro - E Susanna non vien Lyrics
COUNTESS
Susanna's not come! I'm impatient
To know what the Count said
To her proposal; the plan seems to me
Somewhat rash, and with a husband
So impetuous and jealous ...
But where's the harm?
To change my clothes
With those of Susanna, and hers with mine,
Under cover of darkness ... Oh heavens!
To what humiliation am I reduced
By a cruel husband, who after having
First loved me, then neglected and finally
Deceived me, in a strange mixture
Of infidelity, jealousy and disdain,
Now forces me to seek help from my servant!
Where are those happy moments
Of sweetness and pleasure?
Where have they gone,
Those vows of a deceiving tongue?
Then why, if everything for me
Is changed to tears and grief,
Has the memory oft hat happiness
Not faded from my breast?
Ah! if only my constancy
In yearning lovingly for him always
Could bring the hope
Of changing his ungrateful heart!
Exit
Susanna's not come! I'm impatient
To know what the Count said
To her proposal; the plan seems to me
Somewhat rash, and with a husband
So impetuous and jealous ...
But where's the harm?
To change my clothes
With those of Susanna, and hers with mine,
Under cover of darkness ... Oh heavens!
To what humiliation am I reduced
By a cruel husband, who after having
First loved me, then neglected and finally
Deceived me, in a strange mixture
Of infidelity, jealousy and disdain,
Now forces me to seek help from my servant!
Where are those happy moments
Of sweetness and pleasure?
Where have they gone,
Those vows of a deceiving tongue?
Then why, if everything for me
Is changed to tears and grief,
Has the memory oft hat happiness
Not faded from my breast?
Ah! if only my constancy
In yearning lovingly for him always
Could bring the hope
Of changing his ungrateful heart!
Exit
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Italian
LA CONTESSA
E Susanna non vien! Sono ansiosa
Di saper come il Conte
Accolse la proposta. Alquanto ardito
Il progetto mi par, e ad uno sposo
Sì vivace, e geloso!
Ma che mal c'è? Cangiando i miei vestiti
Con quelli di Susanna, e i suoi co' miei...
Al favor della notte... oh cielo, a quale
Umil stato fatale io son ridotta
Da un consorte crudel, che dopo avermi
Con un misto inaudito
D'infedeltà, di gelosia, di sdegni,
Prima amata, indi offesa, e alfin tradita,
Fammi or cercar da una mia serva aita!
Dove sono i bei momenti
Di dolcezza e di piacer,
Dove andaro i giuramenti
Di quel labbro menzogner?
Perché mai se in pianti e in pene
Per me tutto si cangiò,
La memoria di quel bene
Dal mio sen non trapassò?
Ah! Se almen la mia costanza
Nel languire amando ognor,
Mi portasse una speranza
Di cangiar l'ingrato cor.
Parte
E Susanna non vien! Sono ansiosa
Di saper come il Conte
Accolse la proposta. Alquanto ardito
Il progetto mi par, e ad uno sposo
Sì vivace, e geloso!
Ma che mal c'è? Cangiando i miei vestiti
Con quelli di Susanna, e i suoi co' miei...
Al favor della notte... oh cielo, a quale
Umil stato fatale io son ridotta
Da un consorte crudel, che dopo avermi
Con un misto inaudito
D'infedeltà, di gelosia, di sdegni,
Prima amata, indi offesa, e alfin tradita,
Fammi or cercar da una mia serva aita!
Dove sono i bei momenti
Di dolcezza e di piacer,
Dove andaro i giuramenti
Di quel labbro menzogner?
Perché mai se in pianti e in pene
Per me tutto si cangiò,
La memoria di quel bene
Dal mio sen non trapassò?
Ah! Se almen la mia costanza
Nel languire amando ognor,
Mi portasse una speranza
Di cangiar l'ingrato cor.
Parte
English
COUNTESS
Susanna's not come! I'm impatient
To know what the Count said
To her proposal; the plan seems to me
Somewhat rash, and with a husband
So impetuous and jealous ...
But where's the harm?
To change my clothes
With those of Susanna, and hers with mine,
Under cover of darkness ... Oh heavens!
To what humiliation am I reduced
By a cruel husband, who after having
First loved me, then neglected and finally
Deceived me, in a strange mixture
Of infidelity, jealousy and disdain,
Now forces me to seek help from my servant!
Where are those happy moments
Of sweetness and pleasure?
Where have they gone,
Those vows of a deceiving tongue?
Then why, if everything for me
Is changed to tears and grief,
Has the memory oft hat happiness
Not faded from my breast?
Ah! if only my constancy
In yearning lovingly for him always
Could bring the hope
Of changing his ungrateful heart!
Exit
Susanna's not come! I'm impatient
To know what the Count said
To her proposal; the plan seems to me
Somewhat rash, and with a husband
So impetuous and jealous ...
But where's the harm?
To change my clothes
With those of Susanna, and hers with mine,
Under cover of darkness ... Oh heavens!
To what humiliation am I reduced
By a cruel husband, who after having
First loved me, then neglected and finally
Deceived me, in a strange mixture
Of infidelity, jealousy and disdain,
Now forces me to seek help from my servant!
Where are those happy moments
Of sweetness and pleasure?
Where have they gone,
Those vows of a deceiving tongue?
Then why, if everything for me
Is changed to tears and grief,
Has the memory oft hat happiness
Not faded from my breast?
Ah! if only my constancy
In yearning lovingly for him always
Could bring the hope
Of changing his ungrateful heart!
Exit
