Tutto è disposto:
L'ora dovrebbe esser vicina;
Io sento gente...è dessa!
Non è alcun;
Buia è la notte...
Ed io comincio omai a fare
Il scimunito mestiere di marito...
Ingrata!
Nel memento della mia cerimonia
Ei godeva leggendo:
E nel vederlo io rideva
Di me senza saperlo.
Oh Susanna! Susanna!
Quanta pena mi costi!
Con quell'ingenua faccia,
Con quelgli occhi innocenti,
Chi creduto l'avria? Ah!
Che il fidarse a donna, è ognor follia.
Aprite un po'quegli occhi,
Uomini incauti e sciocchi,
Guardate queste femmine,
Guardate cosa son!
Queste chiamate dee
Dagli ingannati sensi,
A cui tributa incensi
La debole ragion.
Son streghe che incantano
Per farci penar,
Sirene che cantano
Per farci affogar,
Civette che allettano
Per trarci le piume,
Comete che brillano
Per toglierci il lume.
Son rose spinose
Son volpi vezzose;
Son orse benigne,
Colombe maligne,
Maestre d'inganni,
Amiche d'affanni,
Che fingono, mentono,
Amore non senton,
Non senton pietà ,
No, no, no, no no!
Il resto no dico,
Già ognuno lo sa.
Tutto è disposto Video (MV)
Performed By: The Marriage of Figaro
From Album: The Marriage of Figaro Opera
Language: Italian
Year: 1786
The Marriage of Figaro - Tutto è disposto Lyrics
Everything is ready:
The time should be near;
I hear someone... it's her!
No, it's no one;
The night is dark...
And I am now beginning to play
The foolish role of a husband...
Ungrateful woman!
At the moment of my wedding,
He (the Count) was enjoying himself reading:
And seeing him, she was laughing
At me without knowing it.
Oh Susanna! Susanna!
How much pain you cost me!
With that innocent face,
With those innocent eyes,
Who would have believed it? Ah!
To trust a woman is always madness.
Open your eyes a little,
Foolish and imprudent men,
Look at these women,
Look at what they really are!
These, whom you call goddesses,
Deceived by your senses,
To whom you offer incense
With your weak reason.
They are witches who enchant
To make us suffer,
Sirens who sing
To drown us,
Owls who entice us
To pluck our feathers,
Comets that shine
To take away our light.
They are thorny roses,
Charming foxes;
They are gentle bears,
Malignant doves,
Masters of deception,
Friends of anguish,
Who pretend, lie,
Do not feel love,
Do not feel pity,
No, no, no, no, no!
The rest I won't say,
For everyone knows it already.
The time should be near;
I hear someone... it's her!
No, it's no one;
The night is dark...
And I am now beginning to play
The foolish role of a husband...
Ungrateful woman!
At the moment of my wedding,
He (the Count) was enjoying himself reading:
And seeing him, she was laughing
At me without knowing it.
Oh Susanna! Susanna!
How much pain you cost me!
With that innocent face,
With those innocent eyes,
Who would have believed it? Ah!
To trust a woman is always madness.
Open your eyes a little,
Foolish and imprudent men,
Look at these women,
Look at what they really are!
These, whom you call goddesses,
Deceived by your senses,
To whom you offer incense
With your weak reason.
They are witches who enchant
To make us suffer,
Sirens who sing
To drown us,
Owls who entice us
To pluck our feathers,
Comets that shine
To take away our light.
They are thorny roses,
Charming foxes;
They are gentle bears,
Malignant doves,
Masters of deception,
Friends of anguish,
Who pretend, lie,
Do not feel love,
Do not feel pity,
No, no, no, no, no!
The rest I won't say,
For everyone knows it already.
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Italian
Tutto è disposto:
L'ora dovrebbe esser vicina;
Io sento gente...è dessa!
Non è alcun;
Buia è la notte...
Ed io comincio omai a fare
Il scimunito mestiere di marito...
Ingrata!
Nel memento della mia cerimonia
Ei godeva leggendo:
E nel vederlo io rideva
Di me senza saperlo.
Oh Susanna! Susanna!
Quanta pena mi costi!
Con quell'ingenua faccia,
Con quelgli occhi innocenti,
Chi creduto l'avria? Ah!
Che il fidarse a donna, è ognor follia.
Aprite un po'quegli occhi,
Uomini incauti e sciocchi,
Guardate queste femmine,
Guardate cosa son!
Queste chiamate dee
Dagli ingannati sensi,
A cui tributa incensi
La debole ragion.
Son streghe che incantano
Per farci penar,
Sirene che cantano
Per farci affogar,
Civette che allettano
Per trarci le piume,
Comete che brillano
Per toglierci il lume.
Son rose spinose
Son volpi vezzose;
Son orse benigne,
Colombe maligne,
Maestre d'inganni,
Amiche d'affanni,
Che fingono, mentono,
Amore non senton,
Non senton pietà ,
No, no, no, no no!
Il resto no dico,
Già ognuno lo sa.
L'ora dovrebbe esser vicina;
Io sento gente...è dessa!
Non è alcun;
Buia è la notte...
Ed io comincio omai a fare
Il scimunito mestiere di marito...
Ingrata!
Nel memento della mia cerimonia
Ei godeva leggendo:
E nel vederlo io rideva
Di me senza saperlo.
Oh Susanna! Susanna!
Quanta pena mi costi!
Con quell'ingenua faccia,
Con quelgli occhi innocenti,
Chi creduto l'avria? Ah!
Che il fidarse a donna, è ognor follia.
Aprite un po'quegli occhi,
Uomini incauti e sciocchi,
Guardate queste femmine,
Guardate cosa son!
Queste chiamate dee
Dagli ingannati sensi,
A cui tributa incensi
La debole ragion.
Son streghe che incantano
Per farci penar,
Sirene che cantano
Per farci affogar,
Civette che allettano
Per trarci le piume,
Comete che brillano
Per toglierci il lume.
Son rose spinose
Son volpi vezzose;
Son orse benigne,
Colombe maligne,
Maestre d'inganni,
Amiche d'affanni,
Che fingono, mentono,
Amore non senton,
Non senton pietà ,
No, no, no, no no!
Il resto no dico,
Già ognuno lo sa.
English
Everything is ready:
The time should be near;
I hear someone... it's her!
No, it's no one;
The night is dark...
And I am now beginning to play
The foolish role of a husband...
Ungrateful woman!
At the moment of my wedding,
He (the Count) was enjoying himself reading:
And seeing him, she was laughing
At me without knowing it.
Oh Susanna! Susanna!
How much pain you cost me!
With that innocent face,
With those innocent eyes,
Who would have believed it? Ah!
To trust a woman is always madness.
Open your eyes a little,
Foolish and imprudent men,
Look at these women,
Look at what they really are!
These, whom you call goddesses,
Deceived by your senses,
To whom you offer incense
With your weak reason.
They are witches who enchant
To make us suffer,
Sirens who sing
To drown us,
Owls who entice us
To pluck our feathers,
Comets that shine
To take away our light.
They are thorny roses,
Charming foxes;
They are gentle bears,
Malignant doves,
Masters of deception,
Friends of anguish,
Who pretend, lie,
Do not feel love,
Do not feel pity,
No, no, no, no, no!
The rest I won't say,
For everyone knows it already.
The time should be near;
I hear someone... it's her!
No, it's no one;
The night is dark...
And I am now beginning to play
The foolish role of a husband...
Ungrateful woman!
At the moment of my wedding,
He (the Count) was enjoying himself reading:
And seeing him, she was laughing
At me without knowing it.
Oh Susanna! Susanna!
How much pain you cost me!
With that innocent face,
With those innocent eyes,
Who would have believed it? Ah!
To trust a woman is always madness.
Open your eyes a little,
Foolish and imprudent men,
Look at these women,
Look at what they really are!
These, whom you call goddesses,
Deceived by your senses,
To whom you offer incense
With your weak reason.
They are witches who enchant
To make us suffer,
Sirens who sing
To drown us,
Owls who entice us
To pluck our feathers,
Comets that shine
To take away our light.
They are thorny roses,
Charming foxes;
They are gentle bears,
Malignant doves,
Masters of deception,
Friends of anguish,
Who pretend, lie,
Do not feel love,
Do not feel pity,
No, no, no, no, no!
The rest I won't say,
For everyone knows it already.
