All language subtitles for Metropolitan Opera Centennial Gala_track3_[eng]

In this realm,
thousands and thousands of years ago...

...a cry of despair rang out.

That cry still sounds within my soul.

Sweet Princess Lo-u-ling...

She once reigned quietly,
in joy and purity.

She defied the harsh tyranny of man.

Her chaste rule
lives again today, in me.

In her time, war brought horror
and the clash of arms.

Her kingdom was conquered!

And my ancestor Lo-u-ling was
dragged away by a stranger like you.

Her clear voice was silenced forever.

Oh, Princes, you journey here in endless
caravans, from every part of the world.

As you try your lot,
I exact her revenge on you!

I avenge her purity,
her cry, and her death!

No man shall ever possess me.

My heart still burns with hatred
toward her murderer.

Her pride in her purity
is reborn in me.

Stranger, do not tempt fate.

There are three riddles,
but only one death!

Susanna is late.

I must find out if the Count
agreed to meet her.

It's a daring plan.

Especially with a husband
who's so impulsive and jealous!

But what harm can it do?

I'll wear Susanna's clothes,
and she'll wear mine.

Let the darkness do the rest.

How my husband's cruelty
has humiliated me!

His infidelities drive me
to despair.

Once he loved me...

...then he insulted me...
and finally, he betrayed me!

Now I'm forced to ask my own servant
for help.

What became of those first lovely
moments?

How sweet they were,
how dear to me.

What became of those loving vows?

How he lied to me!

Why must I live now in tears and pain?

Why has everything changed so?

The memory of so much happiness
wounds my heart.

At least let my loving devotion
bring me one reward...

The hope of winning back
my ungrateful husband's love.

God, You might have tried me
with another affliction.

With poverty.

With shame.

You might have reduced
my trophies of victory...

...to a heap of rubble.

And a lie.

And I would have borne
that cruel cross.

And the suffering, and the disgrace.

I would have resigned myself
to Your will.

But this grief! This anguish!

My mirage has been lost to me.

There where I soothed my soul.

That sun is spent.

That smile,
those rays by which I live.

And which give me joy.

Patience, you sacred immortal,
with your rose-lipped laughter...

Cover your face with
the grim mask of hell!

She shall confess her sin,
and then she shall die!

A confession! A proof!

What joy!

Slander is a little breeze.

A rather gentle little wind.

It's heartless and subtle.
Careless and sweet.

Softly, it begins to whisper.

It idles along. It rambles around.

Slyly, it sidles inside people's ears.

Then it slips into their heads
and brains.

And it stuns and it swells.

It comes out of the mouth
with an ever louder din.

And gathering force,
it runs from place to place.

It seems like thunder
echoing through the forest.

It grows, it doubles,
it produces an explosion.

It's like the roar of a cannon!

And what happens to the poor victim,
so vilified by lies?

The public tramples him under,
till, by good fortune, he dies!

What is stopping me
from venting my fury?

Lucia's grief and terror
prove that she is guilty.

She's hovering between life and death.

I'm moved, I'm overcome.

I still love you, unfaithful woman!

I hoped my life would be cut short
and my suffering would end.

But death has not come to save me.

What a lovely ray of hope.

At last it shines for me.

Arsace has returned.

Until now, how my heart has grieved.

Now I breathe again.

All my sorrow has disappeared.

My fears have vanished.

How sweet it is
to think of our meeting.

The joyous moment of love is even
more precious after such torment.

It is I, the sun.
I am life.

I am infinite beauty.

I am light and warmth.

Love one another, I am your god.

Love one another.
I am Love incarnate.

I have been most solemnly honored.

I am permitted to make this
presentation to a noble bride...

...in the name of my cousin,
Lord of Lerchenau.

I present this rose
as a token of his love.

I am much obliged.

It has such a strong scent.
Like a living rose.

There's a drop of Persian
attar of roses on it.

Like a rose of heaven, not of earth.

Like the roses of blessed paradise.

It's like a greeting from heaven.

It's too strong to bear.

It draws me in,
it ties reins about my heart.

When have I ever been so happy?

When have I ever been so happy?

I have forgiven you.

Tybalt would have killed you.

If you had not slain him,
you would have perished.

Away, sadness and remorse.

He did hate you.

And I do love you.

Say that once again.

Such sweet words...

I love you, my Romeo.

My husband...

Ah, wedding night...
sweetest night of love

Fate binds me to you.

Within your burning kisses,
heaven shines.

I have given you my very soul.

The lark already announces
the new day.

It is not yet near day.

It was not the lark the pierced
the fearful hollow of your ear.

It was the sweet nightingale,
companion of love.

It is the lark, alas,
herald of the morn.

Look what envious streaks
lace the severing clouds.

Night's candles are burnt out.

No, it is not yet day.

That baleful light
is but a reflection of the stars.

Stay with me!

Come, death, and welcome.

I shall stay!

You spoke true. It is day!
You must leave your Juliet.

It is not near day.
That is not the lark.

It is the sweet nightingale,
companion of love.

It is the lark, alas,
the herald of the morn.

One kiss, and I'll part.

Cruel fortune...

Stay entwined in my arms.

One day, our faithful love
will gain its sweet reward.

Then will our torments
all have passed away.

We must part, alas.
You must leave my loving arms.

You must tear away
from this ecstasy of love.

A secret tear escaped from her eyes.

She seemed to envy
the other young women.

What more could I ever want?

She loves me!

If I could feel her dear heart beating!

If I could answer her loving sighs!

Oh, heaven, then I could die!

For I ask nothing more.

The night is late.

And Silva has not returned.

If only he would never return!

My hateful guardian pursues me
like an evil spectre.

He pursues me with his words of love.

While my heart yearns for Ernani!

Ernani, carry me away
from his dreadful embraces.

Let us flee together! If you
live with me, then shall I know love.

I shall follow you
even to hostile shores.

Those shores would become
an Eden of delights!

I scorn all other men.
Only Ernani speaks to my heart.

The most priceless jewel could not
turn my hatred for Silva into love!

Oh, time, fly by! Bring me
the happy moment of my escape!

I chose to give him my love.

I chose to love him fully.

Even to love his love for another.

I almost feel as if I were in church.

I feel so sacred, and full of awe.

Ah, I never thought
he would leave me so soon.

I know it is a forbidden question...

But I wish I could ask her
why my heart is trembling so.

Now the night is dark.

Every sound has been silenced.

My throbbing heart
grows still in this embrace.

Let war thunder!
Let the hurricane roar!

If after every terrible tempest...

...comes such infinite love.

My splendid warrior.

So much suffering, and so many sighs...

...and so many hopes have led
to these tender embraces.

How sweet it is to whisper together.

Do you remember?

You told me of your life in exile.

Of its disastrous hazards
and long-enduring pain.

And I listened,
with my soul enchanted.

And I wept with terror
and with ecstasy.

I told of the clash of battles
and the valiant sieges.

Of the assault, when we clung to
the wall like ivy.

And of the whistling arrow!

Then you led to me to shining deserts.

To the burning sands
of your native land.

You told of the torments
you had suffered.

And of your chains,
when you were sold to slavery.

Your tears ennobled my story.

Your lips gave a world of sighs.

And made my darkness
a glory, a paradise.

And I was blessed by the stars.

And the beauty of your spirit
shone from your dark face.

And you loved me for the dangers
I had passed.

And I loved you that you did pity them.

And I loved you for the dangers
you had passed.

And you loved me that I did pity them.

Let death come!

Let me die in the ecstasy
of this embrace.

My soul is full of contentment.

I fear I shall never be granted
another such moment...

...in the unknown future
of my unknown fate.

May our love remain unchanged
through all the changing years.

To your prayer, let all
the heavenly powers answer "Amen."

Joy overwhelms me.

I am breathless with longing.

A kiss...

A kiss...

And still another kiss...

The moon is high in the heavens.

The night is late.

Come... Venus is shining.

When I am near you,
my restless soul grows still.

You are the fulfillment
of my every desire.

In your glance,
limitless heavens shine.

My heart is lost
in the ocean of your eyes.

I've come to stay with you.
This is not a goodbye.

I've come to die with you.

Our suffering is over.
I shall meet death, loving you.

The last words from our lips
shall be a murmur of love.

You are my life's fulfillment.

Our very souls are united in love.

I am saving a mother's life. I will die
under her name: Idia Legray.

The uncertain light of dawn
already brightens this squalid prison.

Embrace me! Kiss me! My love!

Your heart is victorious.

Your love, my dearest, is the universe.

Our death is a triumph of love.

As we die, we shall become
eternally united.

The death call...

It comes with the sun.

Death comes like the dawn.

Death comes to us from heaven.

Its shroud is made of roses and violets.

To death's eternal embrace!

The empty years go by, one by one.

The joys of each new season
only make me sadder.

They reopen my wounds
and increase my pain.

I wander along this Ionely shore.

Ah, unwanted sorrow!
Ah, useless striving!

Lia shall weep forevermore
for her lost son.

My Azael!

Why did you leave me?

In this mother's heart,
your image remains.

What sweet evenings I remember,
in the grove of elm trees.

When the ruddy oxen carried us
home with our harvest.

The workers of the fields
and shepherds gathered...

...and praised God
for His generous gifts.

So did happy day follow happy day.

In pious families, young men and women
exchanged their chaste vows.

Their parents do not feel
the weight of old age.

For those happy with their children,
the years fly by.

Time weighs heavily
only on sad hearts.

Azael!

Why have you left me?

Woman, who are you?

The guardian of your throne.

Usurper! When did I ever grant you
such authority?

You were not well. And the people were
crying out against the hated Hebrews.

Fix your royal seal
to this death warrant.

It will put an end to our enemies.

Sign it.

You refuse?

Then the Hebrews shall arise rejoicing
and singing hymns of glory.

And you, Nabucco, obsessed by
your vile fears, shall fall!

To death!

Death to all the Israelites!

Ah, what a victory!

But what of Fenena?

That traitor serves a false god.
She shall perish.

She is my daughter!

You have another daughter in me.

On your knees, slave!
Kneel before your master.

I was prepared for that, fool.
I, a slave?

I have the proof here.

I have destroyed that lying proof!

What disgrace has fallen upon
this old, bowed head.

In vain, my feeble right hand
tries to wield my dreaded sword.

Oh, miserable old man...

I am but the shadow of a king.

This day brings the fulfillment
of my glorious ambition.

Gladly do I gain a throne,
and lose a father.

At last, the people shall kneel
before me, a former slave.

Now the Hebrews shall go to their
death, as you condemned them to.

Guards! I have been betrayed!

These are the guards I called
for you... as my prisoner!

Yes, the prisoner of a slave
who has only contempt for your power.

Have pity on a father, wild with grief.

Return my daughter to me.
Do not destroy her father.

Let the Assyrian people
call you their Queen.

This old man asks only for
the life of his beloved child.

Careful, or you're lost!

If you stay any longer,
I can't save you.

The devil!

He's there in the dark,
staring at us with eyes of fire!

What does he want of us?
Chase him from this holy place.

Let's leave this dungeon.

It's daybreak.
I hear our horses outside.

Let's take her with us.
We may still have time!

Lord, protect me!

Radiant angels,
carry my soul up to heaven.

God of justice,
I trust my fate to You.

God of mercy, I am Yours.
Forgive me!

Come with me! I beg you.

Radiant angels,
carry my soul up to heaven.

Little girl, with your bewitching eyes,
you are mine now.

You're dressed like a lily.

I love how your dark hair looks
against your wedding dress.

I am like the goddess of the moon.

At night, she descends
on the bridge of heaven.

And she captures every heart.

She carries those hearts away,
wrapped in a white cloak.

She carries them to higher spheres.

Meanwhile, you still haven't told me
that you love me.

Does the goddess know the words
that soothe burning desire?

Perhaps she does not want to say them.

For fear they might kill her!

Foolish fears. Love doesn't kill.

It gives life.

It smiles with heavenly joy.

Now you are the light of heaven to me.

I loved you the first moment I saw you!

You are tall and strong.

You laugh so openly.

And you say things
I have never heard before.

I am happy now.

Love me, please

Love me a little.

Love me like a child.

That is the love that suits me.

Love me, please.

We are people accustomed
to small things...

...humble and silent.

To tenderness which unfolds
like a flower.

Yet is as vast as the sky
and deep as the rolling sea.

Let me kiss your dear hands.

How well your name suits you,
my fragile Butterfly.

I hear that beyond the seas, if a
butterfly falls into a man's hands...

...each one of them
is pierced with a pin...

...and fastened to a table!

There's some truth in that.

It's so they won't fly away.

I've caught you. I clasp you to me,
breathlessly.

You are mine.

Yes, for all my life!

Let every fear leave your heart.

The night is serene.
Look, everything is asleep.

Ah, what a sweet night.

So many stars!

Come, come...
the night is serene.

We must leave you now, dear sir.

We've come to express
our heartfelt emotion.

Never shall we forget you.

Am I dreaming?

It's Isabella!

It's Lindoro!

What will become of us?

Darling, help me, for goodness sake!

They're confused and dumb,
confounded and numb.

I don't know what to make of all this!

Tell me, who is this woman?

Up to now... my wife.

I am untying that marital knot...
for you.

Instead, I'll have her marry
this man. He was my slave.

You're abandoning your wife?

And you expect me to love you?

These barbaric customs
must be changed at once!

You will stay with your wife.

This slave will be mine.

Otherwise, go to the devil!
You don't really love me.

Ah, this woman will drive me mad!

She's turned a lion into a donkey!

Oh, my head is spinning!

In my brain, a bell is ringing,
and it goes ding-a-ling!

My heart opens to your voice
like a flower to the dawn.

Let your loving words dry my tears.

Tell me you are returning
to Dalila forever.

Repeat the loving vows
you made long ago.

Respond to my tenderness.

Fill me with ecstasy.

The blossoms tremble
in the gentle breeze.

So does my heart tremble, longing
for your voice to comfort me.

The arrow is swift to carry death.

But swifter is your lover
to fly into your arms!

What mocking songs the sailors sing
to me. Yet, I could answer them well!

I could tell of a small, mean boat
which sailed toward Ireland's shores.

On it, lay a man sick to death.

I, Isolde, lavished my care upon him.

I tended the wounds he suffered.

Quite cleverly, he went by
the name "Tantris."

But Isolde soon recognized him
as Tristan.

For in the sick man's sword,
I found a deep nick.

And I had seen the splinter buried
in the head of Ireland's dead hero.

The head they'd sent me in scorn!

What a cry came from deep within me!

I stood over Tristan
with that shining sword.

I meant to avenge the death
of Lord Morold.

Tristan looked up from his bed.

He did not look at the sword.

He looked into my eyes.

I felt pity for him.

I dropped the sword.

I healed the wounds
that Morold had inflicted.

So that Tristan would be well again,
and return to his home...

...and burden me no more
with his glances.

You just heard the sailors praise him:
"Hail to our hero Tristan!"

He was that same wretched man.

He swore his undying gratitude
and loyalty to me.

Now I see how this hero keeps his oath!

I let Tantris go free, unrecognized.
And back he came as bold Tristan.

His ship was proud,
his deck was lofty.

He sought Isolde, Ireland's proud
Princess, for Cornwall's weary King!

If Morold were still alive,
who would have dared such an insult?

A Cornish taxpayer
wooing Ireland's crown!

I myself secretly brought on
this shameless affront.

I should have wielded that sword
of revenge.

But feebly, I dropped it.

Now I am a slave!

Oh, blind eyes! Timid heart!

Tristan openly boasted
of what I had kept so hidden.

My silence spared his life.

It kept him safe
from the revenge of his enemies.

Then he revealed all!

Strong again, and drunk with victory,
he pointed to me and shouted:

"There's a real treasure,
my lord and uncle."

"How would you like her as your bride?"

"I'll go fetch the pretty Irish lass
for you."

"I know Ireland's lanes and
highways. Just give me the nod..."

"...and Isolde is yours!"

I curse him!

Vengeance!

Death! Death to us both!

I'm with you now. Be calm.

Leave me. Save my good name.

Don't destroy my honor.
Don't ruin my life.

Leave you? Never!

My heart burns with eternal love.

Don't send away
the man who adores you.

I'll protect your honor with my life.

But, Riccardo, I belong to
your dearest friend.

I belong to the man
who would give his life for you.

You're cruel enough
to remind me of that?

My very soul is torn
with guilt and remorse.

But my passion is even greater.

I'm yours until my heart beats no more.

How many nights I've longed for you!

How many times I've begged
Heaven to let me forget you!

I'd bear all that suffering
again, for this one moment!

Heaven help me. I stand
between disgrace and death.

Leave, so I won't have to
hear your loving words.

I belong to the man
who would give his life for you.

I would give my life and the world
for one loving word!

Say you love me.

Leave me, Riccardo.

Just one word!

Yes, I love you!

Protect me against my own heart.

You love me!

Then let both friendship
and remorse disappear.

Let there be nothing else but our love!

This sweet balm
soothes my aching heart!

Answer me once more.
Tell me you love me.

I tried to destroy this passion of mine.

Yet it came back to wound me
more deeply than ever.

Amelia, do you love me?

Yes, I love you!