Malinconia, Ninfa Gentile

Melancholy, gentle nymph
I dedicate my life to you
Those who hold your pleasures in disdain
Aren't born to true joy

I asked the gods for springs and hills
They finally heard me, I’ll live for you

Never will that spring with my desires
Never will that mountain I cross
I’ll never cross
Never, never
With my desires, I’ll never cross
Never, never
I’ll never cross
Never, never
I’ll never cross
No, no, never