He seemed so to me
He told me to undress, get into bed and
Wait for him

Emila, please
Lay out my pure white wedding garments
Upon my bed.

Listen! If I happen to die before you
Bury me in one of those veils.
I am sad always, always.


My mother had a poor maid
She was in love and beautiful

Her name was Barbara;
She loved a man that then abandoned her,
And she sang a song;

The song of the willow.
Undo my hair.
This evening I have haunted memories

of this lullaby.

"She wept singing in the lonely land,

The sad girl wept.
O Willow, Willow, Willow!
She sat with her head inclining upon her breast,

Sing! Let's sing!
The willow will be my funeral garland."


Hurry; Otello will be coming in a little while.

"The brook flowed between the flowering banks,

She moaned in grief,
And her eyes flowed with bitter tears
In which her heart sought solace.

Willow! Willow! Willow!
Let's sing! Let's sing!
The willow will be my funeral garland."


"The birds flew down from branches
Towards this sweet singing

And her eyes wept so much that
The rocks pitied her."


Here take this ring.
Poor Barabara!
She used to end her song with this simple saying:


"He was born for glory, I for love."


Listen! I heard a moan.
Who knocks at the door?"


"I to love him and to die.
Let's sing! Let's sing!
Willow! Willow! Willow!


Emilia, farewell,
How my eyes do icth this evening!

Is it the presence of weeping?
Good night.
Ah! Emilia, Emilia, farewell!

Emilia, farewell!

Ave Maria... etc...