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 - tangled in the winding sheets!
the meal and serve the maid! Serve the master so that, tables, plans and maids are laid, Don triumphs once again! Passarino, faithful friend, once again the plan.
Your guest believes I'm you - I, the master, you, the man When you met you wore my cloak, my scarf you hid your face. She she dines with me, in her master's borrowed place! Furtively, we'll and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it's late and starts to mellow, with the wine ... You home! I use your voice - slam the door like crack of doom! I say: "come - hide with me! Where, oh, Of course - my room!"
Poor thing got a chance!
Here's my hat, my and sword. Conquest is assured, if I do not forget 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 in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, ...
I brought you, that our may fuse and merge - in your you've already succumbed to me dropped all defences succumbed to me - now you are here me: no second thoughts, decided, decided ...
Past the point of no - no backward the games we've played now are at an end ... all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: thought, and let the dream descend ...
What raging fire shall the soul? What desire unlocks its door? sweet seduction lies before us ...?
Past the of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets we learn? Beyond the of no return ...
You brought me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech into silence, ...
I have here, hardly knowing the why ... In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you: no thoughts,
decided, decided ...
Past the point of no - no back now: our passion-play has now, at last, ... Past all thought of right or - one final question: how long should we two wait, before one ...?
When will the blood to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, us ...? the point of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and it burn ... We've passed the of no return ...
Say share with me one love, one lifetime ... Lead me, save me from my ... Say you want me with you, here you ... you go let me go too - Christine all I ask of ... What is it? What has Ubaldo! Oh, my God ... my God ... We're ruined, - ruined!
Monsieur le Vicomte! Come me!
Oh, my darling, my darling ... who has this ...? You! Why did you let happen? Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where are. But can I you? You must. But remember: your hand at the level of eyes But why ...? Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. Buquet. Now Piangi. Like this, monsieur. I'll come you. No, Meg! No, you here! Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we be too late ...