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Italian Original Lyrics of Figaro Aria in Figaro's Wedding
If I remember correctly, it should be the aria of Figaro in the tenth act of the first part of Figaro's Wedding. The lyrics are as follows:

Non-Peander Lai, Farfallon Amoruso,

Don't let it become Ghirlando,

Beautiful Turkish,

Adocino de Amor Narciso.

Beautiful Turkish,

Adocino de Amor Narciso.

There is no bigger problem than this,

Hello, leggiero and galante,

This is a brilliant ode,

Quel vermiglio Donasco color!

Quel vermiglio Doens color!

There's nothing worse,

Quayle Capello

This is a brilliant aria.

Non-Peander Lai, Farfallon Amoruso,

Don't let it become Ghirlando,

Beautiful Turkish,

Adocino de Amor Narciso.

Beautiful Turkish,

Adocino de Amor Narciso.

Hooray, hooray!

Glen Mustaqi, Stretto Sacco,

Shiobo of Spalla, Sciabra Al Fianco,

Coloderito, music Franco, a big casco, a big headscarf,

Nice to meet you.

Poco contante

Poco contante

Published in vece del fandango

A Mathea.

Per Montagni, Per Varoni,

In Nevis, I'm Leonie,

Trombone concerto,

Di Bombardier, Di Cannoni,

Che Le Parr is in Tutti Tony,

All Olic Olympic fans.

There's nothing worse,

There is nothing better than this.

There is nothing better than this.

There is no more brilliant aria.

Non-Peander Lai, Farfallon Amoruso,

Don't let it become Ghirlando,

Beautiful Turkish,

Adocino de Amor Narciso.

Beautiful Turkish,

Adocino de Amor Narciso.

Dear Victoria.

Ala Gloria Mirtar!

Dear Victoria.

Ala Gloria Mirtar!

Ala Gloria Mirtar!

Ala Gloria Mirtar!

There is also a rough English translation:

You won't go again, passionate butterfly,

Flying in it day and night

Disturb the beauty's sleep,

A Little Narcissus and adonis of Love.

You'll never have those beautiful feathers again,

That light and lively hat,

That hair, that shiny appearance,

Your face is feminine red!

Among the soldiers, by bacchus!

Beard, small backpack,

Gun on his back, sword beside him,

Neck straight, nose exposed,

A big helmet, or a big scarf,

There are many honors and little reward.

Instead of dancing,

Walking in the mud.

Over mountains, across valleys,

It's snowing, heatstroke,

With the music of the trumpet,

Bombardment and cannon,

In every boom,

It'll make a bullet whiz past your ear.

Cupino, go and win!

Let's drink to the glory of the army!