No, this one is Cherubino's solo about difficulty adjusting to his new-found fascination with the ladies as he leaves childhood. It's more interesting because the part is written for a female singer ("pants role"). Later in the opera, to escape from the Count, he has to disguise himself as a girl, adding to the confusion. Libretto and translation: (the system won't let me space the lines properly, sorry.)
CHERUBINO: CHERUBINO:
Non so più cosa son, cosa faccio, I don't know what I am any more, or what I'm doing
or di foco, ora sono di ghiaccio, Now I'm on fire, now I'm freezing
ogni donna cangiar di colore, Every woman makes me change colour,
ogni donna mi fa palpitar. Every woman makes my heart flutter.
Solo ai nomi d'amor, di diletto, Simply at the name of love, of delight
mi si turba, mi s'altera il petto I am upset, and my heart beats faster
e a parlare mi sforza d'amore And I find myself talking of love
un desio ch'io non posso spiegar. From a need I can't explain.
Parlo d'amor vegliando, I talk of love when waking
parlo d'amor sognando, I talk of love when dreaming,
all'acque, all'ombre, ai monti, To the water, to the shadows, to the mountains,
ai fiori, all'erbe, ai fonti, To the flowers, to the grass, to the fountains,
all'eco, all'aria, ai venti, To the echoes, to the air, to the winds,
che il suon de' vani accenti And the sound of my useless words
portano via con sé. Is carried away with them.
E se non ho chi mi oda, And if I don't have anyone to hear me,
parlo d'amor con me. I talk of love to myself!
