IL TRIONFO DI BACCO E ARIANNA
The Triumph Of Bacchus And Ariadne
How beautiful our youth is
that's always flying by us!
Who'd be happy, let him be so:
nothing's sure about tomorrow.
Nothing's sure about tomorrow, nothing's sure about tomorrow!
Here are Bacchus, Ariadne,
lovely, burning for each other:
since deceiving time must flee,
they seek their delight together.
These nymphs, and other races,
are full of happiness forever.
Who'd be happy, let him be so:
nothing's sure about tomorrow.
Di doman non v'e certezza, di doman non v'e certezza!
Ladies and you youthful lovers,
long live Bacchus! long live Love!
Everyone sings, dances and plays!
Hearts, be all on fire with sweetness!
No faintness now or hint of sadness!
Whatever is to be must be.
Who'd be happy, let him be so:
Nothing's sure about tomorrow.
Di doman non v'e certezza, di doman non v'e certezza!
