Verdi: Il Trovatore / Act 3 - "Di quella pira" - Luciano Pavarotti, National Philharmonic Orchestra, Richard Bonynge

Di quella pira l’orrendo foco

Tutte le fibre m’arse avvampò…

Empi spegnetela, o ch’io tra poco

Col sangue vostro la spegnerò…

Era già figlio prima d’amarti

Non può frenarmi il tuo martir

Madre infelice, corro a salvarti

O teco almeno corro a morir!

Non reggo a colpi tanto funesti…

Oh quanto meglio sarìa morir!

All’armi, all’armi!

eccone presti

A pugnar teco, teco a morir

The horrendous fire of that pyre

All the fibers flared me ...

Empi turn it off, or I'll soon

With your blood I will extinguish it ...

He was already a son before he loved you

Your martyr cannot stop me

Unhappy mother, I run to save you

Or at least I run to die with you!

I can't stand such fatal blows ...

Oh how much better it will be to die!

Arms, arms!

here it is

A pugnar with you, with you to die