NON PENSO A LEI (Canzone Ferrandini)

When I pass by below your window, singing, Never by any chance I think of you; And jealousy your hard heart may be wringing— I go that way because I’ve work to do. And if you think, beneath the gay voice throbbing, You hear the sound of one in sorrow sobbing— I sing thus since my mood is thus. Believe me, Madame, no hopeless love of you shall grieve me. If they have said that I look pale and worn, Time is at fault, not any woman’s scorn. If they have said I daily seek Death’s doors, What’s that to you? Am I a love of yours? But if I see you smiling at Gigi that sweet way, Then I go to the galleys and you to churchyard clay.