[Lucia]
See! That fountain... ah... I never see it without shivering.
You know that tale well...

A Ravenswood, mad with jealousy,
Stabbed his sweetheart there.
The poor girl fell into the water.

It became her tomb.
I have seen her ghost...


[Alisa]
What are you saying?


[Lucia]
Listen!
At the dead of night,

In the silent darkness...
A pallid ray of eerie moonlight
Fell upon the fountain...

When a low moan
Was heard on the breeze,
And there on the grass verge, ah!

The spectre appeared to me!
I saw her lips moving.
As if it were speaking,

And with her lifeless hand
She seemed to beckon me to her!
For a moment she stood motionless,

Then suddenly vanished!
The fountains waters, so clear before,
Reddened as with blood.

Yes, so clear before...

[Alisa]

Oh goodness, in your story, clear as the grave
Are the omens I see!
Ah, Lucia, Lucia abandon this terrifying love!


[Lucia]
He brings light to my days,

And solace to my suffering,
When, lost in ecstasy
Of ardent passion,

With the language of the heart,
He swears eternal love, etc.
I forget my sorrows

And joy dries my tears,
And it seems that when I am near him,
Heaven opens for me, etc.