As
the graceful Paris
Handed
the apple to the most beautiful woman,
my
beloved country girl,
I
offer you these flowers.
But more
glorious than him,
I am
happier than him,
Because
as a reward for my gift
I
will carry away your lovely heart.
I see
clearly in that little face
That
I am making my way into your heart.
It’s
not surprising;
I’m
gallant, I’m a sergeant;
There’s
no beauty that can resist
The
sight of a crest;
To
Mars, the god of war,
Even
the mother of love gives way.
Tito Gobbi as Sergeant
Belcore in a somewhat dated film version of Donizetti's L'elisir d'amore.
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