Текст песни Ария Роберта из оперы Иоланта - Кто может сравниться с Матильдой моей

Who can compare with my Matilda,
Sparkling sparks of black eyes
Like the stars of autumn nights in the sky!
Everything passionate bliss in her is marvelously full,
Everything is intoxicating in her
Everything intoxicates and burns in her,
Like wine.

She will only look, -
It hurts like lightning
And the flame of love
Grows in blood;
She will laugh
Ile flood song, -
And pearls row
Face light up
About passion seething, and stormy and burning,
Eyes speak and beckon to bliss
To the bliss of kissing,
Crazy desires
To the gentle grip
Hands of snow-white,
To the forgetfulness of grief
And fortunately without measures, without end and borders!

Who can compare with my Matilda,
Sparkling sparks of black eyes
Like the stars of autumn nights in the sky!
Everything passionate bliss in her is marvelously full,
Everything is intoxicating in her
Everything intoxicates and burns in her,
Like wine
And burns like wine!