O fatal
gift, o cruel gift
That heaven, in its wrath, made me!
You make us so vain, so haughty,
I curse you, I curse you, o my beauty!
I can only pour out tears,
I have no hope, I will have to suffer!
That heaven, in its wrath, made me!
You make us so vain, so haughty,
I curse you, I curse you, o my beauty!
I can only pour out tears,
I have no hope, I will have to suffer!
My
crime is truly horrible
I can never blot it out!
I curse you, I curse you, o my beauty,
O my Queen, I sacrificed you
I can never blot it out!
I curse you, I curse you, o my beauty,
O my Queen, I sacrificed you
To
the foolish error of this heart.
Now
only in a cloister from the world
Must
I hide my grief!
Alas!
Alas! O my Queen,
Oh heavens! Carlo! Going to his death tomorrow,
Oh heavens! Carlo! Going to his death tomorrow,
Great
God! I will see him go to his death!
Ah, only one day remaining, hope smiles on me,
Ah, blessed be the heavens! I will save him!
Ah, only one day remaining, hope smiles on me,
Ah, blessed be the heavens! I will save him!
Olga
Borodina as Princess Eboli in Verdi's Don Carlo. Apologies for the black
and white and blurry image.
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