Paroles et traduction Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Le nozze di Figaro, K.492: Act 1 - "Non più andrai"

Le nozze di Figaro, K.492: Act 1 - "Non più andrai"

FIGARO
Non più andrai, farfallone amoroso,
Notte e giorno d'intorno girando;
Delle belle turbando il riposo
Narcisetto, Adoncino d'amor.
Non più avrai questi bei pennacchini,
Quel cappello leggero e galante,
Quella chioma, quell'aria brillante,
Quel vermiglio donnesco color.
Tra guerrieri, poffar Bacco!
Gran mustacchi, stretto sacco.
Schioppo in spalla, sciabola al fianco,
Collo dritto, muso franco,
Un gran casco, o un gran turbante,
Molto onor, poco contante,
Ed invece del fandango,
Una marcia per il fango.
Per montagne, per valloni,
Con le nevi e i solleoni.
Al concerto di tromboni,
Di bombarde, di cannoni,
Che le palle in tutti i tuoni
All'orecchio fan fischiar.
Cherubino alla vittoria:
Alla gloria militar.

FIGARO
No irás más, mariposón amoroso
Día y noche rondando alrededor
De las bellas, turbándoles el reposo,
Narcisito, pequeño Adonis del amor.
No tendrás ya estos bellos penachos,
Ese sombrero ligero y galante,
Esa cabellera, ese aire brillante,
Ese sonrosado color femenino.
Entre guerreros ¡voto a Baco!
Grandes mostachos, ajustada casaca,
El fusil a la espalda, el sable al flanco,
Cuello erguido, gesto franco,
Un gran casco, un gran turbante,
Mucho honor, poco dinero,
Y en vez del fandango
Una marcha por el fango,
Por montañas, por valles,
Con las nieves y los grandes calores
Al concierto de trombones,
De bombardas, de cañones,
Que las balas en todos los tonos
Al oído hacen silbar.
Cherubino a la victoria,
A la gloria militar.

The Marriage of Figaro, K.492: Act 1 - "No More You'll Go"

FIGARO
No more you'll go, you amorous butterfly,
Flitting around by day and night;
Disturbing the fair, their repose,
Narcissus, little Adonis of love.
No more you'll wear those fine feathers,
That light and graceful hat,
That glorious mane, that bright gaze,
That womanish bloom.
Among the warriors, by Bacchus!
Strong mustaches, tight coat.
Musket on your shoulder, saber at your side,
Head held high, fearless face,
A great helmet or a big turban,
Much honor, little cash,
And instead of the fandango,
A march through the mud.
Over mountains, through valleys,
In snow and heat.
At the concert of trombones,
Of bombards, of cannons,
Whose balls in every key
Whistle in your ears.
Cherubino to victory:
To military glory.

FIGARO
You won't go anymore, my little love butterfly
Fluttering around all day and night
Disturbing the fair, their repose,
Narcissus, my little Adonis of love.
You won't have these fine feathers anymore,
That light and graceful hat,
That glorious mane, that bright gaze,
That womanish bloom.
Among the warriors, by Bacchus!
Strong mustaches, tight coat.
Musket on your shoulder, saber at your side,
Head held high, fearless face,
A great helmet or a big turban,
Much honor, little cash,
And instead of the fandango,
A march through the mud.
Over mountains, through valleys,
In snow and heat.
At the concert of trombones,
Of bombards, of cannons,
Whose balls in every key
Whistle in your ears.
Cherubino to victory:
To military glory.