11/29/2009

De "Othello", Verdi




"She wept singing in the lonely sand

the sad girl wept.

Oh Willow, willow, willow!

She sat bending her head on her breast

willow, willow, willow!

The weeping willow will be my garland.

He was born for glory, I to love you.

I to love him and to die"


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