"È la solita storia del pastore" from L' Arlesiana by F. Cilea

Aristotle P. Molina
Tenor
It's an old tale of a shepherd. The poor boy wanted to retell it and he fell asleep.
There is oblivion in sleep.
How I envy him!
I too would like to sleep like that to find oblivion. To find oblivion in slumber. I am searching only for peace.
I would like to be able to forget everything. Yet every effort is in vain. Before me, I always have her sweet face.
Peace is ever taken from me. Why must I suffer so much? She, as always, speaks in my heart. Fatal vision leaves me! You hurt me so deeply.