FIGARO:
Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso,
Notte e giorno d'intorno girando;
Delle belle turbando il riposo,
Narcisetto, Adoncino d'amor.
Non più avrai questi bei pennacchini,
Quel cappello leggero e galante,
Quella chioma, quell'aria brillante,
Quel vermiglio donnesco color.
Tra guerrieri, poffar Bacco!
Gran mustacchi, stretto sacco.
Schioppo in spalla, sciabla al fianco,
Collo dritto, muso franco,
Un gran casco, un gran turbante,
Molto onor, poco contante!
Ed invece del fandango,
Una marcia per il fango.
Per montagne, per valloni,
Con le nevi e i sollioni.
Al concerto di tromboni,
Di bombarde, di cannoni,
Che le palle in tutti i tuoni
All'orecchio fan fischiar.
Cherubino, alla vittoria!
Alla gloria militar!
The Marriage of Figaro - Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso Lyrics
The Marriage of Figaro - Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso Lyrics
FIGARO:
No more will you go, amorous butterfly,
Day and night flitting to and fro;
Disturbing the sleep of pretty girls,
A little Narcissus and Adonis of love.
No more will you have those fine feathers,
That light and jaunty hat,
That hair, that shining aspect,
That bright, womanish color.
Among soldiers, by Bacchus!
You will have big mustaches, a small knapsack,
A gun on your shoulder, a saber at your side,
Your neck straight, your nose exposed,
A big helmet, a big turban,
A lot of honor, very little pay!
And instead of the fandango,
You will march through the mud.
Over mountains, through valleys,
With snow and heat,
To the music of trumpets,
Of bombs, and cannons,
Whose thunderous report
Will make your ears ring.
Cherubino, to victory!
To military glory!
No more will you go, amorous butterfly,
Day and night flitting to and fro;
Disturbing the sleep of pretty girls,
A little Narcissus and Adonis of love.
No more will you have those fine feathers,
That light and jaunty hat,
That hair, that shining aspect,
That bright, womanish color.
Among soldiers, by Bacchus!
You will have big mustaches, a small knapsack,
A gun on your shoulder, a saber at your side,
Your neck straight, your nose exposed,
A big helmet, a big turban,
A lot of honor, very little pay!
And instead of the fandango,
You will march through the mud.
Over mountains, through valleys,
With snow and heat,
To the music of trumpets,
Of bombs, and cannons,
Whose thunderous report
Will make your ears ring.
Cherubino, to victory!
To military glory!
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Italian
FIGARO:
Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso,
Notte e giorno d'intorno girando;
Delle belle turbando il riposo,
Narcisetto, Adoncino d'amor.
Non più avrai questi bei pennacchini,
Quel cappello leggero e galante,
Quella chioma, quell'aria brillante,
Quel vermiglio donnesco color.
Tra guerrieri, poffar Bacco!
Gran mustacchi, stretto sacco.
Schioppo in spalla, sciabla al fianco,
Collo dritto, muso franco,
Un gran casco, un gran turbante,
Molto onor, poco contante!
Ed invece del fandango,
Una marcia per il fango.
Per montagne, per valloni,
Con le nevi e i sollioni.
Al concerto di tromboni,
Di bombarde, di cannoni,
Che le palle in tutti i tuoni
All'orecchio fan fischiar.
Cherubino, alla vittoria!
Alla gloria militar!
Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso,
Notte e giorno d'intorno girando;
Delle belle turbando il riposo,
Narcisetto, Adoncino d'amor.
Non più avrai questi bei pennacchini,
Quel cappello leggero e galante,
Quella chioma, quell'aria brillante,
Quel vermiglio donnesco color.
Tra guerrieri, poffar Bacco!
Gran mustacchi, stretto sacco.
Schioppo in spalla, sciabla al fianco,
Collo dritto, muso franco,
Un gran casco, un gran turbante,
Molto onor, poco contante!
Ed invece del fandango,
Una marcia per il fango.
Per montagne, per valloni,
Con le nevi e i sollioni.
Al concerto di tromboni,
Di bombarde, di cannoni,
Che le palle in tutti i tuoni
All'orecchio fan fischiar.
Cherubino, alla vittoria!
Alla gloria militar!
English
FIGARO:
No more will you go, amorous butterfly,
Day and night flitting to and fro;
Disturbing the sleep of pretty girls,
A little Narcissus and Adonis of love.
No more will you have those fine feathers,
That light and jaunty hat,
That hair, that shining aspect,
That bright, womanish color.
Among soldiers, by Bacchus!
You will have big mustaches, a small knapsack,
A gun on your shoulder, a saber at your side,
Your neck straight, your nose exposed,
A big helmet, a big turban,
A lot of honor, very little pay!
And instead of the fandango,
You will march through the mud.
Over mountains, through valleys,
With snow and heat,
To the music of trumpets,
Of bombs, and cannons,
Whose thunderous report
Will make your ears ring.
Cherubino, to victory!
To military glory!
No more will you go, amorous butterfly,
Day and night flitting to and fro;
Disturbing the sleep of pretty girls,
A little Narcissus and Adonis of love.
No more will you have those fine feathers,
That light and jaunty hat,
That hair, that shining aspect,
That bright, womanish color.
Among soldiers, by Bacchus!
You will have big mustaches, a small knapsack,
A gun on your shoulder, a saber at your side,
Your neck straight, your nose exposed,
A big helmet, a big turban,
A lot of honor, very little pay!
And instead of the fandango,
You will march through the mud.
Over mountains, through valleys,
With snow and heat,
To the music of trumpets,
Of bombs, and cannons,
Whose thunderous report
Will make your ears ring.
Cherubino, to victory!
To military glory!
