Papagena, Papagena, Papagena! 
Little wife, little dove, my pretty! 
No use! Ah, she is lost! 
I was born for misfortune. 
I have been chattering, and that was wrong, 
and so I am getting my deserts. 
Ever since I tasted that wine ... 
since I saw the pretty little woman, 
my little heart has been burning, 
with twinges here, twinges there. 
Papagena, little wife of my heart! 
Papagena, dear little dove! 
It's no good, it is useless; 
I've had enough of my life! 
Death puts an end to love, 
however much my heart is on fire. 
He takes a rope. 
I will grace that tree there, 
tie my neck to it; 
because life is not to my liking; 
good night, false world. 
Because you treat me ill, 
sending me no pretty child, 
it's all over, I shall die. 
Pretty girls, think of me. 
If in my misery one of you will 
yet take pity on me before I hang, 
well and good, this time I'll leave it at that! 
Just call yes or no! 
No one can hear me, everything's quiet! 
So is it your will? 
Papageno, up there smartly! 
Put an end to your life. 
Now I'll just wait, let's say 
until we've counted one, two, three. 
piping 
One! ... 
Two! ... 
Three! ... 
Right then! That's still how it is! 
Since there is nothing holding me back, 
good night, false world! 

It's easy for you to talk, it's easy to jest. 
Yet if your hearts burned like mine 
you too would go after girls. 

THE THREE BOYS 
Then play your little bells; 
this will bring you your little wife. 

PAPAGENO 
I'm a fool to have forgotten those pieces of magic! 
takes out his glockenspiel 
Ring, chimes, ring! 
I must see my darling girl. 
The three boys fetch Papagena. 
Tinkle, little bells, tinkle, 
fetch me my girl! 
Tinkle, little bells, tinkle, 
bring me my little wife!