Verdi: Un Ballo in Maschera - Barcarola: Di' tu se fedele il flutto m'aspetta
Say whether the sea awaits me faithfully, if weak with tears the woman I love, when taking her leave, has betrayed my love. With tattered sails and my soul tempest-tossed I can cleave with my keel the deadly waves and shall challenge wrathful Hell and Heaven. So search out with care, divine the future. Not lightning nor the fury of the winds, nor death, nor love can turn me from the sea.
When my nimble ship carries me in ist bosom, when the tremors wake me of the whistling gale, I hear admidst the thunder the sweet songs of my native roof, which reminds me of the kisses of that last farewell. All of which refires the strength of my heart. So now, commence your soothsayings, speak of that which can arise from destiny, no matter what it be, and into our souls may enter no terror.