Flashes outside, in the darkness of a thunderstorm,
flashes here, in the municipal theater,
flashes on ladies decked in jewels,
flashes on polished wood and shiny trumpets.
And I, I am here to see you again,
I am here to find you again,
I am here to worship you,
I don't know squat about concerts.
Long live music that digs
deep down into your soul.
I think, I believe I will end up
living just because of you.
Parapapunzipunzipun...
From up here in the loggione 1 I look at you
you are so beautiful and your husband is proud of it.
Perhaps, perhaps you want me to be here
and you are waiting for a moment of madness.
Alas, the lights are dimming already
this is it, you turned around, or at least it seems you did,
but now darkness is falling and nothing is left
but this sublime charm.
And so long live music that digs
deep down into your soul.
I think, I believe I will end up
living just because of you.
Parapapunzipunzipun...
1. theater gallery; cheap seats at the very back of the theater usually occupied by opera fans