Chi il bel sogno di Doretta
Potè indovinar?
Il suo mister come mai,
Come mai fini

Ahimè! un giorno uno studente
In bocca la baciò
E fu quel bacio rivelazione:
Fu la passione!

Folle amore!
Folle ebbrezza!
Chi la sottil carezza
D'un bacio così ardente
Mai ridir potrà?

Ah! mio sogno!
Ah! mia vita!

Che importa la ricchezza
Se alfine è rifiorita la felicità!
O sogno d'or
Poter amar così!

Who could bring to light
Doretta's glorious dream?
Why has its secret
been disclosed?

Alas! One day a student
kissed her mouth
and that kiss was a revelation:
It was passion!

Insane love!
Sensual intoxication!
The soft caress
of a kiss so ardent,
who will ever be able to express that?

Ah! My dream!
Ah! My life!

What does wealth matter
when at last flourishes blissful happiness?
Oh golden dream
to be able to love like that!

Dein ist mein ganzes Herz!
Wo du nicht bist, kann ich nicht sein.
So, wie die Blume welkt,
wenn sie nicht küsst der Sonnenschein!
Dein ist mein schönstes Lied,
weil es allein aus der Liebe erblüht.
Sag’ mir noch einmal, mein einzig Lieb,
o sag’ noch einmal mir:
Ich hab’ dich lieb!

Wohin ich immer gehe,
ich fühle deine Nähe.
Ich möchte deinen Atem trinken
und betend dir zu Füssen sinken,
dir, dir allein!
Wie wunderbar ist dein leuchtendes Haar!
Traumschön und sehnsuchtsbang
ist dein strahlender Blick.
Hör ich der Stimme Klang,
ist es so wie Musik.

Dein ist mein ganzes Herz!
Wo du nicht bist, kann ich nicht sein.
So, wie die Blume welkt,
wenn sie nicht küsst der Sonnenschein!
Dein ist mein schönstes Lied,
weil es allein aus der Liebe erblüht.
Sag’ mir noch einmal, mein einzig Lieb,
o sag’ noch einmal mir:
Ich hab’ dich lieb!

My entire heart is yours!
Where you are absent, I cannot exist,
Just as the flower wilts
When the sunshine does not kiss it!
My most beautiful song belongs to you,
Because it only bloomed forth from love.
Say to me again, my only love,
Oh say to me once again:
I love you!

Wherever I may go,
I feel your presence.
I would like to drink your breath
and sink pleadingly at your feet,
You, you alone!
How wonderful is your shining hair!
Beautiful as a dream and anxious with longing
is your shining gaze.
When I hear the sound of your voice,
it is like music.

My entire heart is yours!
Where you are absent, I cannot exist,
Just as the flower wilts
When the sunshine does not kiss it!
My most beautiful song belongs to you,
Because it only bloomed forth from love.
Say to me again, my only love,
Oh say to me once again:
I love you!

Au fond du temple saint
paré de fleurs et d’or,
Une femme apparaît, je crois la voir encore

La foule prosternée
La regarde, étonnée
Et murmure tout bas:
Voyez, c’est la déesse
Qui dans l’ombre se dresse,
Et vers nous tend les bras

Son voile se soulève
Ô vision! ô rêve
La foule est à genoux

Oui, c’est elle
C’est la déesse plus charmante et plus belle
Oui, c’est elle
C’est la déesse qui descend parmi nous
Son voile se soulève et la foule est à genoux

Mais à travers la foule elle s’ouvre un passage
Son long voile déjà nous cache son visage
Mon regard, hélas, la cherche en vain
Elle fuit…

Mais dans mon âme soudain
Quelle étranger ardeur s’allume
Quel feu nouveau me consume
Ta main repousse ma main
De nos coeurs l’amour s’empare,
Et nous change en ennemis

Non, que rien ne nous sépare
Jurons de rester amis

Oui, c’est elle
C’est la déesse en ce jour qui vient nous unir
Et fidèle à ma promesse
Comme un frère je veux te chérir
C’est elle, c’est la déesse
Qui vient en ce jour nous unir
Oui, partageons le même sort,

Soyons unis jusqu’à la mort!

At the back of the holy temple,
decorated with flowers and gold,
a woman appears. I can still see her…

The prostrate crowd
Looks at her amazed
And murmurs under its breath:
Look, this is the goddess
Looming up in the shadow
And holding our her arms to us

Her veil lifts slightly
What a vision! What a dream
The crowd is kneeling

Yes, it is she
It is the goddess, more charming, more beautiful
Yes, it is she
It is the goddess who has come down among us
Her veil has lifted and the crowd is kneeling.

But through the crowd she makes her way
Already her long veil hides her face from us
My eyes, alas, seek her in vain
She flees…

But what is this strange flame
Which is suddenly kindled in my soul
What unknown fire is destroying me
Your hand pushes mine away
Love takes our hearts by storm
And turns us into enemies

No, let nothing part us
Let us swear to remain friends

Yes, it is she
It is the goddess who comes to unite us this day
And, faithful to my promise,
I wish to cherish you like a brother
It is she, the goddess,
Who comes to unite us this day
Yes, let us share the same fate

Let us be united until death!

Ô mon miroir fidèle, rassure-moi?

Dis-moi que je suis belle
et que je serai belle éternellement!
Que rien ne flétrira les roses de mes lèvres,
que rien ne ternira l'or pur de mes cheveux!
Dis-le moi! Dis-le moi!

Dis-moi que je suis belle
et que je serai belle éternellement!

Tais-toi, voix impitoyable, voix que me dis:
Thaïs, tu vieilliras! Thaïs, tu vieilliras!
Un jour, ainsi, Thaïs ne serait plus Thaïs!

Non! Non! je n'y puis croire,
Toi Vénus,
Réponds-moi de ma beauté!
Vénus réponds-moi de son éternité!

Vénus, invisible et présente!
Vénus, enchantement de l'ombre!
Vénus!

Dis-moi que je suis belle
et que je serai belle éternellement!
Que rien ne flétrira les roses de mes lèvres,
que rien ne ternira l'or pur de mes cheveux!
Dis-le moi! Dis-le moi!

Dis-moi que je suis belle
et que je serai belle éternellement!

Faithful mirror…reassure me.

Tell me I’m beautiful
and that I’ll be beautiful for all eternity!
Tell me the roses of my lips will never wilt,
That nothing will tarnish the gold of my hair.
Tell me!

Tell me I’m beautiful
and that I’ll be beautiful for all eternity!

Be silent, cruel voices that say:
“Thaïs, you will grow old.
One day Thaïs will no longer be Thaïs.”

No, I won’t believe it.
Venus,
Tell me that I’m beautiful.
Tell me that I’ll be beautiful for all eternity.

Venus, unseen and yet present…
Venus, ethereal enchantress…
Venus!

Tell me I’m beautiful
and that I’ll be beautiful for all eternity!
Tell me the roses of my lips will never wilt,
That nothing will tarnish the gold of my hair.
Tell me!

Tell me I’m beautiful
and that I’ll be beautiful for all eternity!

Come un' ape nei giorni d' aprile
Va volando leggera e scherzosa,
Corre al giglio, poi salta alla rosa
Dolce un fiore a cercare per se:
Fra le belle m' aggiro e rimiro.
Ne ho vedute già tante e poi tante;
Ma non trovo un giudizio, un sembiante,
Un boccone squisito per me.

Nulla, nulla. Vezzosa! graziosa!
(Dico bene? Son tutte papà.) 

Per pietà quelle ciglia abbassate,
Galoppando sen va la ragione,
E fra i colpi d' un doppio cannone
Spalancata è la breccia diggià.

Ma al finir della nostra commedia
Che tragedia - qui nascer dovrà.

I’m like a bee in April,
Happy at play.
Darting to the lily, then the rose,
Searching out the sweetest blossom.
I rove among all the beautiful maidens.
I’ve already seen so many.
But I haven’t decided on the loveliest one,
The most delectable one for me.

Oh, it’s nothing. How lovely, how charming!
(How am I doing? They’re just like their papa).

Have mercy, lower your eyes.
They’re destroying my reason.
They’re like a double cannon
Aimed at my heart.

But our comedy will end
As a tragedy for them.

Last night…
How many…? How many kisses?
His hands… How many hours…?
How warm…How strong…His hands.
I died last night.
How many hours?
Last night… How many kisses?
I died last night. How many whispers?
How did he know that I am his?
How many sins did I commit
Last night?
How many more?
How many more nights in his arms?
How many more mornings?
How many whispers?
How many sins last night?
How soon can I see him again?
How many more nights last night?
Forgive me, Holy Father.

I’ve been told over and over
That “Mortal sin kills the life of grace in our souls.”
Is it true?
I confess that I…that we…
Last night his arms iron bars across my chest.
So close, so happy.
How many hours…?
I confess.

“It’s a great big world,” he said.
“It’s a great big world.”
But it wasn’t last night.
Thank God.
It was only us.
It was only right.
It was only right last night.

Father McGuire says one mortal sin will cause
More destruction than how many earthquakes?
Last night…How many kisses?
Last night…How tender? How many whispers?
Last night… I died…

Thank you, Holy Father, for sending him.
Last night I died. Last night…

To dream the impossible dream,
To fight the impossible foe,
To bear with unbearable sorrow,
To run where the brave dare not go 

To right the unrightable wrong,
To love, pure and chaste, from afar,
To try, when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star

This is my Quest to follow that star,
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far,
To fight for the right without question or pause,
To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause

And I know, if I’ll only be true
To this glorious Quest,
That my heart will be peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest

And the world will be better for this,
That one man, scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove, with his last ounce of courage,
To reach the unreachable stars!