Recondita armonia

Di belleze diverse!...E bruna Floria
L'ardente amante mia
E te, beltade ignota, cinta di chiome bionde!
Tu azzuro hai l'occhio, Tosca ha l'occhio nero!
L'arte nel suo mistero

Le diverse belleze insiem confonde:
Ma nel ritrar costei
Il mio solo pensiero
Ah! il mio solo pensier, sei tu
Tosca, sei tu!

[Translation:]

What Strange And Lovely Harmony

What strange and lovely harmony
Of such different beauties! How dark is Floria
This ardent love of mine
And you, mysterious beauty, long blonde and flowing tresses
How your eyes are sky blue, Tosca's eyes are black-night
Art, too, with it's many mysteries
Blends all together such different beauties
But though I paint another
My only thought is you
Oh, my only thought is you
Tosca, is you, is you!