FIGARO
(misurando)
Cinque...
Dieci....
Venti...
Trenta...
Trentasei... quarantatre
SUSANNA
(specchiandosi)
Ora si ch'io son contenta;
sembra fatto inver per me.
Guarda un po', mio caro Figaro,
guarda adesso il mio cappello.
FIGARO
Si mio core, or e piu bello,
sembra fatto inver per te.
SUSANNA e FIGARO
Ah, il mattino alle nozze vicino
quanto e dolce al mio/tuo tenero sposo
questo bel cappellino vezzoso
che Susanna ella stessa si fe'.
Świetna sztuka! Piękna muzyka... i śpiew również. Szczególnie Suzanny.
Where are we?
What the hell is going on?
The dust has only just begun to fall
Crop circles in the carpet
Sinking feeling
Spin me round again
And rub my eyes,
This can't be happening
When busy streets a mess with people
Would stop to hold their heads - heavy
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover,
The sweeping insensitivity of this still life
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first
Oily marks appear on walls
Where pleasure moments hung before
The takeover,
The sweeping insensitivity of this still life
Hide and seek
Hide and seek
Trains and sewing machines
All those years
They were here first
