[Joyce Didonato] Non piu mesta 我不再坐在炉边悲伤

Non più mesta - La Cenerentola

I was born deeply troubled and crying,

Silently suffering at the core;

But by a sweet enchantment

in the flower of my youth, 
Like a flash My fate will change.

 

No, no, no, no, wipe away your tears: 

Why do you tremble, why?

Fly to my bosom

Daughter, sister, friend 

All found in me.

No more sadness by the fire

To be warbling alone, no!

Ah it was a flash of lightning, a dream, a game

My long life of fear.