Testo di Medea

If you were treasured many hopes Tender pledging of days in grace Bliss and dream interwined as one Joy such as all lovers might envy Those thoughts are mine no more For now I am empty; bereft of you I must endure this solitude And nevermore behold your face I did not seek to wring your heart The same act surely wrung my own I had to brace me to the deed Hence filled my heart with wickedness