Lyrics and translation Maria Callas feat. Philharmonia Orchestra & Tullio Serafin - Lakmé: Où va la jeune indoue (Bell Song)

Lakmé: Où va la jeune indoue (Bell Song)

Ou va la jeune Indoue, Edmond Gondinet and Philippe Gille.
Filles des Parias, Quand la lune se joue, Dans le grand mimosas?
Elle court sur la mousse Et ne se souvient
Pas Que partout on repousse L′enfant des parias;
Le long des lauriers roses,
Revant de douce choses, Ah!
Elle passe sans bruit Et riant a la nuit.
Labas dans la foret plus sombre, Quel est ce voyageur perdu?
Autour de lui Des yeux brillent dans
L'ombre, Il marche encore au hasard, e perdu!
Les fauves rugissent de joie,
Ils vont se jeter sur leur proie,
Le jeune fille accourt Et brave leur fureurs:
Elle a dans sa main la baguette Ou tinte la clochette des charmeurs!
L′etranger la regarde, Elle reste eblouie.
Il est plus beau que les Rajahs!
Il rougira, s'il sait qu'il doit La vie a la fille des Parias.
Mais lui, l′endormant dans un reve,
Jusque dans le ciel il l′enleve, En lui disant:
'Ta place et la!′ C'etait Vishnu, fils de Brahma!
Depuis ce jour au fond de bois,
Le voyageur entend parfois Le bruit leger de
La baguette Ou tinte la clochette des charmeurs!

Lakmé: Where goes the young Hindu girl (Bell Song)

Where is the young Hindu girl, Edmond Gondinet and Philippe Gille.
Daughters of the Parias, When the moon is shining, In the tall mimosa trees?
She runs over the moss And does not remember
That everywhere she is rejected the pariah's child;
Along the oleander bushes,
Dreaming of sweet things, Ah!
She passes without a sound And laughing into the night.
Over there in the darker forest, Who is this lost traveller?
All around him Eyes are shining in
The shadow, He walks further at random, lost!
The wild beasts roar with joy,
They are going to pounce on their prey,
The young girl runs up And braves their fury:
She has in her hand the stick Where the bell of the charmers tinkles!
The stranger looks at her, She stands dazzled.
He is more beautiful than the Rajahs!
He will blush, if he knows that he owes His life to the daughter of the Parias.
But he, lulling her into a dream,
Up into the sky he takes her, Saying to her:
'Your place is there!′ It was Vishnu, son of Brahma!
Since that day in the depths of the woods,
The traveller sometimes hears The light sound of
The stick Where the bell of the charmers tinkles!