L'Elisir D'Amore: Una Furtiva Lagrima

A furtive tear
In her eyes appeared
Those joyful young girls seemed to envy

What more am I looking for?
What more am I looking for?
She loves me! Yes, she loves me, I see it
I see it

For just a moment the throbbing
Of her beautiful heart to feel!
My sighs, to confuse
For a little with hers!
The throbbing, the throbbing to feel
Confuse my sighs with hers

Heaven! One can die!
I ask for no more, I ask for no more
Ah, heaven! One can! Yes, one can die!
I ask for no more, I ask for no more
One can die! One can die of love