Maria Callas: Donizetti - Lucia di Lammermoor, 'Mad Scene'
His dear voice now is sounding ...
Those loved tones fill my heart with rapture!
Oh, Edgar, I am restored to thee,
And all thy enemies have vanished!
Through my bosom icy chills now do creep!
Each fibre trembles... my footsteps falter!
Near to the fountain, oh, let us rest together!
Alas, I What horrid phantom arises!
Quickly from here, dear Edgar,
We'll fly to the altar! Roses bestrew it...
Harmony celestial greets us!
Dost thou not hear it?
Ah, it is to consecrate our marriage!
Oh, hasten to seek the altar!
Ah, what felicity!
The joy that now inspires me, no lips can utter!
The censer's lighted,
Brightly, too, burn the tapers,
And, robed in splendour,
The priest is waiting.
Give to me thy right hand...
Oh, happy day!
Till death shall part us thy bride am I, love!
This blissful moment repays for all my suffring.
Now, in sweet calm united.
All, all that I hoped for is mine for ever.
Oh, heavenly Father, to thee my thanks now render,
For love restored to me.
Oh, shed one tear of pity.
When in the grave I'm lying!
Though I may be in heaven.
Yet still I'll pray for thee.
Till thou hast joined me there,..
Heaven hath no joy for me!
Oh, shed one tear, etc
Those loved tones fill my heart with rapture!
Oh, Edgar, I am restored to thee,
And all thy enemies have vanished!
Through my bosom icy chills now do creep!
Each fibre trembles... my footsteps falter!
Near to the fountain, oh, let us rest together!
Alas, I What horrid phantom arises!
Quickly from here, dear Edgar,
We'll fly to the altar! Roses bestrew it...
Harmony celestial greets us!
Dost thou not hear it?
Ah, it is to consecrate our marriage!
Oh, hasten to seek the altar!
Ah, what felicity!
The joy that now inspires me, no lips can utter!
The censer's lighted,
Brightly, too, burn the tapers,
And, robed in splendour,
The priest is waiting.
Give to me thy right hand...
Oh, happy day!
Till death shall part us thy bride am I, love!
This blissful moment repays for all my suffring.
Now, in sweet calm united.
All, all that I hoped for is mine for ever.
Oh, heavenly Father, to thee my thanks now render,
For love restored to me.
Oh, shed one tear of pity.
When in the grave I'm lying!
Though I may be in heaven.
Yet still I'll pray for thee.
Till thou hast joined me there,..
Heaven hath no joy for me!
Oh, shed one tear, etc
Primera representación: 26 de septiembre de 1835
Escrita en: 1835
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