Here the sire may the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one bleat!
young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets you will have to pay the bill - in the winding sheets!
Serve the meal and the maid! Serve the master so that, tables, plans and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs again! Passarino, friend, once again recite the plan.
Your young believes I'm you - I, the master, you, the man When you met you wore my cloak, my scarf you hid your face. She believes she dines me, in her master's borrowed place! Furtively, scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it's and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine ... You come home! I use your - slam the door like crack of doom! I shall say: "come - hide me! Where, oh, Of course - my room!"
thing hasn't got a chance!
Here's my hat, my and sword. Conquest is assured, if I do not myself and laugh ...
"... no thoughts within her head, but of joy! No dreams within her heart but of love!"
- go away! For the trap is set and for its prey ... You have come here in pursuit of your urge, in pursuit of that wish, which now has been silent, silent ...
I brought you, that our passions may fuse and - in mind you've already succumbed to me dropped all completely succumbed to me - now you are here me: no second thoughts, decided, decided ...
Past the point of no - no glances: the games we've played now are at an end ... all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the descend ...
What raging fire flood the soul? What desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies us ...?
Past the of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets will we the point of no return ...
You have me to that moment where words run dry, to that where speech disappears into silence, ...
I have come here, hardly the why ... In my mind, I've already our bodies entwining defenceless and - and now I am here with you: no second thoughts,
I've decided, ...
Past the of no return - no going back our passion-play has now, at last, ... Past all thought of right or - one final question: how should we two wait, before we're one ...?
When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud into bloom? When will the flames, at last, us ...? Past the point of no return the final - the is crossed, so stand and watch it burn ... We've passed the of no return ...
Say you'll share with me one love, one ... Lead me, save me from my ... Say you me with you, here beside you ... you go let me go too - Christine all I ask of ... What is it? has happened? Ubaldo! Oh, my God ... my God ... ruined, Andre - ruined!
Monsieur le Vicomte! with me!
Oh, my darling, my darling ... who has done ...? You! Why did you let this Monsieur le Vicomte, I know they are. But can I you? You must. But remember: your at the level of your eyes But why ...? Why? The lasso, monsieur. First Buquet. Now Piangi. Like this, monsieur. I'll come you. No, Meg! No, you here! Come me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too late ...