You kept your promise ...
The duel took place.
The Baron was wounded,

But is getting better ...
Alfredo is abroad.
I have told him of your sacrifice.

He is coming back to ask your pardon ...
I shall come too.
Take care of yourself ...

You deserve a better future.
Georges Germont .-


It's too late!
I wait and wait, but they never come!
She looks at herself in the glass.

How changed I am!
But the Doctor still urges me to hope!
With such a disease

All hope is dead!

Farewell, happy dreams of bygone days;

The roses in my cheeks already are faded.
Even Alfredo's love is lacking,
To comfort and uphold my weary spirit.

Oh, comfort, sustain an erring soul,
And may God pardon and make her his own!
Ah, all is over,

All is over now.