Here the sire may the dam, here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial utters one despairing bleat!
young maiden! For the thrill on your tongue of stolen sweets you will have to pay the bill - tangled in the sheets!
Serve the meal and the maid! the master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid, Don Juan once again! Passarino, friend, once again recite the plan.
Your young guest I'm you - I, the master, you, the man When you met you wore my cloak, my scarf you hid your face. She believes she dines me, in her master's borrowed place! Furtively, we'll and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the ... You come home! I use your - slam the door like crack of doom! I shall "come - hide with me! Where, oh, Of course - my room!"
thing hasn't got a chance!
Here's my hat, my and sword. Conquest is assured, if I do not forget and laugh ...
"... no thoughts her head, but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her but dreams of love!"
- go away! For the trap is set and for its prey ... You have come here in pursuit of your urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, ...
I brought you, our passions may fuse and merge - in your mind you've already to me dropped all defences succumbed to me - now you are with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, ...
Past the of no return - no backward the games played till now are at an end ... Past all of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: thought, and let the dream descend ...
What raging shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its What sweet seduction lies us ...?
the point of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets we learn? Beyond the point of no ...
You have me to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where disappears into silence, ...
I have here, hardly knowing the why ... In my mind, I've already imagined our entwining defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you: no thoughts,
I've decided, ...
Past the of no return - no back now: our passion-play has now, at last, ... all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before one ...?
When will the blood to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? will the flames, at last, consume us ...? Past the point of no the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and it burn ... We've the point of no return ...
Say you'll share me one love, one lifetime ... Lead me, save me from my ... Say you want me with you, beside you ... you go let me go too - Christine all I ask of ... What is it? What has Ubaldo! Oh, my God ... my God ... We're ruined, - ruined!
le Vicomte! Come with me!
Oh, my darling, my darling ... who has this ...? You! Why did you let this Monsieur le Vicomte, I where they are. But can I trust You must. But remember: hand at the level of your eyes But why ...? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. First Buquet. Now Piangi. Like this, monsieur. I'll come you. No, Meg! No, you here! Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we be too late ...