Man torn apart from ill inflict
Hear us now!
Amati, dolce : Darling,
Words come not easily
Lover,
To state it plainly
I love thee
Thou art my lifesblood
Should thou fall I fall with thee
Fati, bellicoso : Forth come the sting!
We sing the song!
We sing the song of madness
We gave the song!
This terrible song!
Must they delight or suffer?
Protettore, cavalleresco : Mine own beloved,
Calm thy advances
For the time our gaze shall meet draws
Nigh! This I place on...
Protettore, lamentoso : God,
Is this the cost of sin?
Is it the loss of love?
Is this of circumstance?
Answer...
Fati, sostenuto : Silence