It
isn’t her, no, not her
Fragile
breast that I must strike.
Another,
fine, another’s blood must wipe away
The
offense! . . .
Your
blood!
And I
will draw the dagger
From
your treacherous heart,
The
avenger of my tears!
It
was you who tainted that soul,
The
delight of my soul;
Who
confided in me and in one condemnable instant
Poisoned
the universe for me!
Traitor! In such a manner you repay
The
faith of your former friend!
O lost
delights! O memories
Of an
embrace that rendered happiness! . . .
When Amelia
so beautiful, so pure
On my
breast shone with love!
It is
finished, nothing remains but hatred
And
death in my widower’s heart!
O lost
delights, O hopes of love!
Rolando Panerai sings
Renato's aria from Verdi's Un Ballo in Maschera.
Film, 1958.
Film, 1958.
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