Mozart, champion of the human heart:
L’amerò, sarò costante:
fido sposo, e fido amante
sol per lei sospirerò.
In sì caro e dolce oggetto
la mia gioia, il mio diletto,
la mia pace io troverò.
Her shall I love, I shall be constant:
Faithful husband and faithful lover;
only for her will I sigh.
In so dear and sweet an object:
There is my joy, there my delight
There my peace I will find.
Listening to it (after first squawking something about her hairstyle), my 6-year old daughter actually became a temporary opera-fan.
We listened to a few more versions. “Oh no,” she said, “the first one was better, she sang like this: ‘la-la-la-laaaaa’,” she said, doing her best imitation of bel canto. “That one is too much, ‘lyah-lyah-lyah’,” she went on, screeching like only a six-year-old can, then rolling on the floor laughing. She’s a harsh critic, but good-humoured.