Oh! I wish I could deny my own eyes!
If
heaven and earth, if mortals and angels
Were to
swear to me that she is not guilty...
Lies!
I should answer,
All
lies...this is her hand!
So
much treachery! A black soul!
A
liar! Well my father knew her!
But
all the promises, the hopes, the joy,
the tears, the anguish?
Everything
is a lie, betrayal, deception!
When
in the evenings in the calm
Pale light
of a starry sky
She
gazed with me into the heavens
With a
look of love,
And I
felt this hand pressed
By her
hand...
Ah! She betrayed me!
I was
mute, ecstatic,
Hanging
from her lips.
When
she said in angelic tones
‘I
love only you’,
It
seemed like the world
Opened
to my soul!
Placido Domingo sings
the famous tenor aria from Verdi's Luisa Miller.
Covent Garden, 1979.
Covent Garden, 1979.
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