Art, too, with its many mysteries, blends all together such different beauties. But though I paint another, my only thought is you, oh, my only thought
Tomorrow through the vale, the traveler will pass, recalling all of the glory of the past. And in vain he will search for the bloom of my youth, and nothing
ENGLISH TRANSLATION One tear that falls so furtively from her sweet eyes has just sprung, as if she envied all the youths who laughingly passed her right
(Pagliacci)(On with the show) Recitar!...mentre preso dal delirio non so piu quel che dico e quel che faccio! Eppur...e d'uopo...sforzati! Bah, sei