Vanne, O Rosa Fortunata by Bellini

And of course sang by our dearest tenor, Luciano Pavarotti :)

Go, fortunate rose,
to rest at Nice's breast
and all will be forced
to envy your fate.

Oh, if I could change myself
into you, but for a moment,
my heart would long
for no greater happiness.

But you bow your head with spite,
fair faded rose,
your brow loses all colour
from disdain and pain.

Lovely rose, it is destined,
that we meet the same fate:
we shall both meet death there,
you from envy and I of love.

Translated by Camilla Bugge

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