Those eyes!
What eyes in the world can compare
with yours so passionate and dark?
They are the centre of my whole existence.
Eyes that are gentle in love, bright in anger,
what eyes can compare with yours?
How practised you are in the art of winning love!
But, make her eyes dark.
My jealous Tosca!
Yes, I feel it, I torment you unceasingly.
How jealous you are!
But I know you'll forgive me when you see how I suffer.
Tosca, I adore you. I like everything about you.
Your flashes of anger and your pangs of love!
Reassure me with those words again!
Say them again!
My anxious love, I'll always say, “Floria, I love you!”
Put your mind at rest, I'll always say, “I love you!”
How sinful! You've completely ruined my hair.
Now leave me!
Keep working until this evening. Promise me,
whether by chance, whether blonde or brunette,
no woman will be coming to pray?
I swear! Off you go!
- How you hurry me! - Not again?
Forgive me!
In front of Our Lady?
She is so kind.
But paint her eyes dark.