Possente Amor Mi Chiama

Mighty love calls me,
I must fly to her;
I’d give my crown
To soothe that heart.
I’d give my crown
To soothe that heart.

Ah! Let her finally know who loves her,
Let her finally see who I am,
Let her learn that even on a throne
Love has its slaves.
Let her learn that even on a throne,
Even on a throne
Love has its slaves,
Love has its slaves.

Oh! What thought stirs her now?
How her mood has changed!
How her mood has changed!
Oh! What thought stirs her now?
How her mood has changed!
Oh! What thought stirs her now?
Oh! What thought stirs her now?
How her mood has changed!
How her mood has changed!
How her mood has changed!

Mighty love calls me,
I must fly to her;
I’d give my crown
To soothe that heart.
I’d give my crown
To soothe that heart.

Ah! Let her finally know who loves her,
Let her finally see who I am,
Let her learn that even on a throne
Love has its slaves.
Let her learn that even on a throne
Even on a throne
Love has its slaves,
Love has its slaves.

Oh! What thought stirs her now?
Oh! What thought stirs her now?
How her mood has changed!
Love has its slaves.
How her mood has changed!
How her mood has changed!
Oh! What thought stirs her now?
Oh! What thought stirs her now?
How her mood has changed!
Love has its slaves.
How her mood has changed!
How her mood has changed!
Love has its slaves.
How her mood has changed!
Love has its slaves.
How her mood has changed!
Love!