Текст песни The Merry Widow (Die lustige Witwe), Act II: Vilja-Lied - New Philharmonia Orchestra , Dame Joan Sutherland , Richard Bonynge

Ibel, ibel, lo se, lo se, festival!
Ibel, ibel, lo se, lo se, festival!
Ibel, ibel, lo se, lo se, festival!
Ibel, ibel, lo se, lo se, festival!
Ibels sing and the light is free, hey!
Ibels dance and cymbals ring, hey!
Ibels sing and the light is free, hey!
Ibels dance and cymbals ring, hey!
Ibel, ibel, lo se, festival, hey!

Lo se, madame, lo so in rhyme
A ballad made in olden time
The story all your children know
About a vineyard long ago
There once was a vineyard
A witch of the wood
A hunter beheld her
Alone as she stood
The spell of her beauty
Upon him was laid
He looked and then longed
For the magical maid
For sudden tremor ran
Right through the love-wild man
He lay sad as a hapless lover can

Vilia, oh Vilia, the witch of the wood
Would I not die for you, dear, if I could?
Vilia, oh Vilia, my love and my pride
Softly and sadly he sighed
Vilia, oh Vilia, the witch of the wood
Would I not die for you, dear, if I could?
Vilia, oh Vilia, my love and my pride
Softly and sadly he sighed

The wood maiden smiled
And no answer she gave
But beckoned him in
To the shade of the cave
He ne'er had known
Such rapturous bliss
No more than the mortals
So sweetly can kiss
As before her feet he lay
She vanished in the woods away
And ne'er more made it
In his dying day

Vilia, oh Vilia, the witch of the wood
Would I not die for you, dear, if I could?
Vilia, oh Vilia, my love and my pride
Softly and sadly he sighed
Vilia, oh Vilia, the witch of the wood
Would I not die for you, dear, if I could?
Vilia, oh Vilia, my love and my pride
Softly and sadly he sighed

Softly he sighed
He sighed