EWA PODLEś lyrics : "Rossini, 'Canzonetta spagnuola'"
I was painting one day
When my Muse
Came to torment me. With sadness then I left
My happy task
Of celebrating the charms
Of the fair Nice.
My Muse asked me to depict
A more spiritual subject;
But she asked in vain,
For I could not do so.
With sadness then I left
My happy task
Of celebrating the charms
Of the fair Nice.
An inconstant heart
May know beauty,
But it's cruel destiny
Prevents it from singing. With sadness then I left
My happy task
Of celebrating the charms
Of the fair Nice.
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