(Giuseppe Verdi - MACBETH)
O children, my son!
You were all killed by that tyrant,
and together with you your mother
unfortunate!
Ah , between the claws of that tiger
Did I leave the mother and children?
Ah, the paternal hand was no shield,
oh dear ones,
From the perfidious assassins who to death
br/>He will hurt you!
And I am a fugitive, hidden you
called in vain
With the last sob, with the last breath.
Ah! throw me in the face of the tyrant,
Lord, and if he escapes me
May the arms of yours be given to him

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