(Calaf, the unknown prince:)
Tíme for wáking!
Tíme for wáking!
You tóo Princéss are sléepless
Shút in your cóld apártments
Wátching the stár rays
Still trémble with afféction
And wíth endúrance...
But my mýstery‿is búried in mé
My real náme shall stáy unknówn!
No, no! Kíssing your móuth tomórrow‿at dáwn
Í shall disclóse‿it, ónly thén!
Only my kíss is bound to bréak the sílence
That mákes you míne.
(Choir of women)
His real náme shall stáy unknówn...
And all of ús, alás, are dóomed to díe!
(Calaf, the unknown prince:)
Do vánish, dárkness! Stars, do sét alréady!
Stars, do sét alréady! When dáwn comes Í shall wín!
Í shall wín! Í sháll wín!