(Faust In A Cursed Hall)
Leave me, leave me
Contemplate your face under the pale claret
Leave me, leave me
The star of the night like a
Cloud, caresses your beauty
Nothing, not a voice slips
To my ear a consoling word
O silence!O happiness!Ineffable mystery!
Living tongue !
Listen to it and I understand this solitary voice
which sings in my Heart!
DIRECTLY TAKEN FROM THE OPERA PIECE The Faust

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