Non m'inganno

English Libretto or Translation:

COUNT
Oh sayings! ... Oh jealousy! ...
I'm not wrong ...

She comes down!

He wraps himself in his cloak


SCENE IV
Leonora and the Count

LEONORA
running towards the Count
My soul!

COUNT
(What to do?)

LEONORA
More than used
It is late at night; I counted the moments
Co 'heartbeats! ...
Alfin guides you
Piety love in these arms ...
The Trovatore's voice
Faithless! ...

The moon appears from the clouds, and lets see a person, whose visor hides the face


SCENE V
Manrico and sayings

LEONORA
What a voice! ... Ah, from the darkness
Treated in error I was!
recognizing both, and throwing himself at the foot of Manrico, agitated
I thought of you
The accent and not to him ...
To you, that's mine
Sol asks, sol desìa ...
I love you, I swear, I love you
Of immense, eternal love!

COUNT
And dare?

MANRICO
raising Leonora
(Ah, I do not crave more!)

COUNT
Blaze of furor!
If a vil you are not discovriti.

LEONORA
(Alas!)

COUNT
Palesa the name ...

LEONORA
softly in Manrico
Oh, for pity! ...

MANRICO
raising the visor of the helmet
See me, Manrico I am.

COUNT
You how!
Insane daring!
D'Urgel follower, to death
Proscribed, dare to turn
To these royal gates?

MANRICO
What late? ... or away, the guards
Appella, and the rival
At the executioner's iron
Delivery.

COUNT
Your fatal instant
Much closer
It is, senseless! Come...

LEONORA
With you!

WITH YOU
To my indignation victim
It's a matter of me that you're missing out ...

LEONORA
Oh heaven! stopping you ...

COUNT
Follow me...

MANRICO
Let us go ...

LEONORA
(What will I ever do?
My only cry is to lose
The puote ..) I love ...

COUNT
No!
Of jealous despised love
The fire is burning in me tremendously!
Your blood, or unfortunate,
To extinguish it little!
in Leonora
Tell him, or crowds, - I love you - darling! ...
And the more you can not live ...
An accent profferers
That he condemned him to die!

LEONORA
A moment almen give loco
Your disdain for reason ...
Me, only me, a lot of fire
Son, too much, the reason!
Leads, ah! Lead your fury
On the offense that caused you ...
The iron vibrates in this core,
That loving you does not want, nor can.

MANRICO
Anger is the proud vain;
He will fall from me pierced.
The mortal that amor inspires you,
From love he was made uninvited.
to the Count
Your fate is already fulfilled ...
The hour now for you rang!
His core and your life
Fate kept me!