Original subtitles

"So many sighs

I send to you.

As many as there are leaves

blown by the wind."

"You scorn me and break my heart,

Lamp of gold, for you I die."

Mario Cavaradossi?

Here.

You have an hour.

A priest is waiting for you.

No, but I have a last favour to ask you.

If I can.

I'm leaving behind a person dear to me.

Let me write her a short note.

All I have left of my riches is this ring.

If you promise to give her

my final farewell,

you can have it.

Write.

And the stars were shining.

The earth was smelling sweet.

The garden gate creaked

and a footstep skimmed the sand.

She came in, fragrant.

She fell into my arms.

O sweet kisses, languorous caresses.

And I was trembling

as I slipped the veils from her limbs.

My dream of love has vanished forever.

The moment has fled.

And I die in despair.

And never have I loved life so much.

"Immunity for Floria Tosca...

and the gentleman accompanying her"!

You're free!

"Scarpia"!

Has Scarpia given in!

This is his first act of mercy!

- And his last! - What do you mean?

He wanted your blood or my love.

In vain I pleaded and wept.

Driven mad with disgust,

I turned to Our Lady and the saints.

The evil man said:

the gallows were being raised.

The drums were rolling.

The villain laughed.

He was ready to seize his prey!

"Are you mine?"

"Yes." I promised to yield to his desire.

A knife glinted nearby.

He wrote the note for our freedom.

Then he came to embrace me.

I plunged the blade into his heart.

You killed him with your own hand?

So devout, so kind, and for me?

My hands were spattered with blood.

O sweet hands, gentle and innocent,

Hands meant for acts of mercy.

Meant to caress children, pick roses,

and pray for the unfortunate.,

So did justice entrust its sacred weapons

into these hands, emboldened by love?

You dealt death, victorious hands,

O sweet hands, gentle and innocent.

Listen, the moment is at hand.

I've collected gold and jewels

and a carriage is waiting.

But listen and laugh, my love.

First you will be shot...

in pretence, with blanks.

A mock execution.

Fall down when they fire.

The soldiers will go...

and we'll be safe!

Then Civitavecchia, a fishing boat

and away by sea!

Free!

Free!

Away by sea!

Is there any grief left on earth?

Can you smell the scent of roses?

Doesn't it seem that everything

is in love with the sun!

Death was bitter only because of you.

Life takes all its splendour from you.

My joy and desire come from you

as heat from a flame.

I shall see the heavens flash

and darken in your revealing eyes.

And the beauty of all wonderful things

will take its voice from you!

The love which kept you alive

will be our guide on land,

our pilot on the sea.

It will give the world its beauty.

Until, united in heaven,

we vanish like clouds

high above the sea at sunset.

Still they haven't come...

Remember!

At the first shot you must fall at once.

Don't worry, I'll fall immediately

and naturally.

Take care not to hurt yourself:

with my stage skill

I would know how to move...

Speak to me again as you did before.

The sound of your voice is so sweet!

Together in exile

we'll spread our love throughout the world,

a harmony of colour,

a harmony of song.

Our triumphant souls

are trembling with new hope

in blissful passion.

And together in harmony

they fly

to the ecstasy of love.

I shall close your eyes with a thousand kisses

and call you by a thousand loving names.

It's time.

I'm ready.

(Remember: fall at the first shot.)

(Down.)

(Don't get up until I call.)

(No, my love.)

(And fall properly.)

(Just like Tosca on stage.)

(Don't laugh!)

(Like this?)

(Like this.)

It's so long to wait!

What's keeping them?

The sun is already up.

What's keeping them?

It's a farce, I know...

But this anxiety seems to last forever!

They're getting ready to fire.

How handsome my Mario is!

There! Die!

What an artist!

Don't move, Mario.

They're going... Quiet!

They're going down now.

Don't move yet.

Quick, get up! Mario!

Let's go!

Get up! Mario!

Ah! Dead!

Has it ended like this?

To die like this!

Your poor Tosca!

O Mario, like this!

- You, dead? - He was stabbed to death!

- Mario... your poor Floria! - Scarpia? - Scarpia! - Ah!

- It was Tosca! - Mario! - Don't let her escape! - Mario!

Watch the exits on the stairs!

- There she is! - Tosca! You'll pay for his life!

With my own!

Scarpia, before God!