Le Cid, Act 3: De cet affreux combat... Pleurez, pleurez mes yeux
Jules Massenet
From this horrible battle I leave with a broken soul!...
But finally I'm free and I can at least
Sigh without constraint and suffer without witnesses.
Cry! Cry my eyes! Sad dewfall,
A ray of sunshine should never dry up!
If there is any hope left, it is soon to die!
Cry my eyes, cry all your tears!
Cry my eyes!
But who wanted the eternity of tears?
Oh, buried dear ones,
Do you find so charming
To bequeath to the living relentless pains?
Alas! I remember, I was told:
With your sweet smile
You will never be led
But to glorious ways
Or to blessed paths!
Ah! my father! Alas!
Cry! Cry my eyes! Sad dewfall,
A ray of sunshine should never dry up!
Cry my eyes! Ah cry all your tears!
Cry my eyes!
