PAMINA
My Tamino! O what joy!


TAMINO
My Pamina! O what joy!
Here are the gates of terror

Which threaten danger and death for me.

PAMINA

Everywhere I shall
Be at your side.
I myself shall lead you;

Love guides me.
Taking him by the hand
Let it strew the path with roses,

For roses always go with thorns.
You play the magic flute;
May it protect us on our way.

One enchanted hour it was carved
By my father out of the deepest heart
Of the thousand-year-old oak,

Amidst thunder and lightning, storm and tempest.
Now come and play the flute;
Let it guide us on our grim path.


PAMINA, TAMINO
By the power of music we walk

Cheerfully through the dark night of death!

THE ARMOURED MEN

By the power of music you walk
Cheerfully through the dark night of death!