Verdi: Aida, Act I - Se quel guerrier io fossi! - Celeste Aida - Luciano Pavarotti, Wiener Volksopernorchester, Leone Magiera

Celeste Aida, forma divina,

mistico serto di luce fior,

del mio pensiero tu sei regina,

tu di mia vita sei lo splendor.

Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti,

le dolci brezze del patrio suol,

un regal serto sul crin posarti,

ergerti un trono vicino al sol.

Celeste Aida, forma divina,

mistico raggio di luce fior,

del mio pensiero tu sei regina,

tu di mia vita sei lo splendor.

Il tuo bel cielo vorrei ridarti,

le dolci brezze del patrio suol,

un regal serto sul crin posarti,

ergerti un trono vicino al sol.

Heavenly Aida, divine form,

mystical wreath of flower light,

of my thought you are queen,

you are the splendor of my life.

I would like to give you back your beautiful sky,

the sweet breezes of the homeland,

a regal wreath on your crin to lay you down,

rise up a throne near the sun.

Heavenly Aida, divine form,

mystical ray of flower light,

of my thought you are queen,

you are the splendor of my life.

I would like to give you back your beautiful sky,

the sweet breezes of the homeland,

a regal wreath on your crin to lay you down,

rise up a throne near the sun.