Povero Ernesto! Cercherò lontana terra, E se fia

[Ernest]
Poor Ernesto!
From the uncle chased away
Abandoned by all
I had one friend left
And an enemy cover
I discover in him
Who conspires to harm me

Losing Norina, oh God!
I did well for her
To express on a sheet of paper
My senses
Now in another district
The bad days
Let's go dragging ourselves along

I will search for a distant land
Where unknown moan
There I will live with my heart at war
Lamenting the lost good
Lamenting the lost good

But no fate hostile to me
Between mountains and seas
They will be able to you, sweet friend
From my heart erase
They won't be able to help you
From my heart erase
They won't be able to you, sweet friend
From my heart erase

And if it is for another purpose
One day you turn your heart
If ever there is a new affection
May the ancient ardour in you be extinguished
Do not fear that an unhappy person
I perjure myself to accuse you to heaven
If you are, my dear, happy
Your faithful will be satisfied
Your faithful will be satisfied
Your faithful will be satisfied

If you are, my dear, happy
Your faithful will be satisfied
Ah, I'll be happy
Your faithful will be satisfied
Your faithful
Ah, your faithful