We’ll see.
These are
the windows.
Let’s sing
now.
Come to the
window,
O my
darling!
Come to dry
my tears.
If you
refuse to give me
some
restoration,
in front of
your eyes
I will want
to die.
You have a
mouth
sweeter
than honey.
You carry
sugar in
your heart.
Don’t be,
my joy,
cruel with
me.
Let me at
least see you,
my fair
love!
Simon
Keenlyside sings the serenade from Mozart's Don Giovanni.
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