Una Voce Poco Fa - o Barbeiro de Sevilha

A voice just now
Here in my heart resounded
My wounded heart is already
And it was Lindoro who wounded it

Yes, my Lindoro will be
I swore it, I will win
The guardian will refuse
I will sharpen my wit
In the end, he will be appeased
And content I will remain

Yes, my Lindoro will be
I swore it, I will win
I am docile
I am respectful
I am obedient

Sweet, loving
I let myself be led
I let myself be guided
But if they touch me
Where is my weakness
I will be a viper
And a hundred traps
Before giving in
I will make them play