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Recondita armonia |
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di belleze diverse!...E bruna Floria, |
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l'ardente amante mia. |
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E te, beltade ignota, cinta di chiome bionde! |
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Tu azzuro hai l'occhio, Tosca ha l'occhio nero! |
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L'arte nel suo mistero |
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le diverse belleze insiem confonde: |
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ma nel ritrar costei |
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il mio solo pensiero, |
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ah! il mio solo pensier, sei tu, |
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Tosca, sei tu! |
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[Translation:] |
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What Strange And Lovely Harmony |
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What strange and lovely harmony |
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of such different beauties! How dark is Floria, |
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this ardent love of mine. |
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And you, mysterious beauty, long blonde and flowing tresses, |
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how your eyes are sky blue, Tosca's eyes are black-night. |
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Art, too, with it's many mysteries, |
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blends all together such different beauties. |
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But though I paint another, |
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my only thought is you, |
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oh, my only thought is you, |
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Tosca, is you, is you! |
