Pace pace mio dio.

Soft, deep,

Light, bearable

How is this aria

Of powerful and beautiful.

It calms me but it does not comfort me,

It takes me but it does not make me hold

For its bitter lyrics

And for all the opera.

How despair

From an unfortunate

can take her

A more than anything?

Slow pace,

Soft instruments

For a long

And tortuous plea.

Laments of her

Lead me to think

In wanting to do something more

For that life that one.

Beautiful voices have sung it

And they have "suffered"

But with this work they have triumphed

And I'm done with this.