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But that perfect Maria Callas isn't the one who will take the role of Dalila tomorrow.
Not only am I am not familiar with this melody, I don't know the English for the lyrics though I do now:
The first of spring
bringing hope
to lovers' hearts
your sigh rising
above the earth blots out
unhappy times.
our soul afire
and your sweet flame
dries our tears.
the soft mystery of you
spreads the earth
with fruit and flowers.
no point in being pretty.
my lovesick heart
mourns for my betrayer
but pines for his return.
my desolate heart
remembers
lost happiness.
as night falls
sadly in love I wander
to sit by the river
and wait for him in tears
driving away my sorrow
if he come back one day
I wish him my love
and sweet intoxication
may this burning love
keep until his return.
I hope the translation is better tomorrow on screen.
I have also been refreshing my mind about the review in OperaWire.
I am no where as sophisticated as the readers of this review must be, for everything sounds just wonderful to me. Not hitting a high B flat isn't earth-shattering, or even something to be mentioned by me.
Mary, Rhiannon and I are the only ones who can clear our schedules to see the show tomorrow.
Lucky us.
Arta
i will be there too!
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