Non più mesta - La Cenerentola
I was born deeply troubled and crying,
Silently suffering at the core;
Silently suffering at the core; But by a sweet enchantment
in the flower of my youth, 
Like a flash My fate will change.
Like a flash My fate will change.
No, no, no, no, wipe away your tears:
Why do you tremble, why?
Fly to my bosom
Daughter, sister, friend
All found in me.
No more sadness by the fire
No more sadness by the fire
To be warbling alone, no!
Ah it was a flash of lightning, a dream, a game
My long life of fear.
