Charlotte's heartbreaking aria, where she reads the last letters from her lover, Werther.

From the opera "Werther" by Massenet
Based on the novel by Goethe

English Translation: 
Werther, who could have fortold the place,
that he would occupy in my heart today?
Since he departed, despite myself, everything wearies me.
And my soul is filled with him!

These letters! These letters! Ah! I have read them over and over!
So beautifully written....but also with such sadness.
I should have destoryed them! But I cannot.

*She returns to the table, her eyes fixed on the letter which she reads.*

I write you from my little room, the December sky grey and heavy.
And I am alone! Alone! Always alone!

Ah! No one near him! Not a single token of tenderness or even of pity!
God! How did I ever have the sad courage to command this exile and this isolation!

*picking up another letter*

The happy shouts of children raise under my window.
Some cries of children and I think of the time so sweet
when all your dear little ones played around us.
Will they perhaps forget me?

*She replies with intensity*

No Werther! In their memory your image remains alive!And when you return....
But will he return?
Ah, this last letter chills and terrifies me.

*picks up the last letter*

You said to me "At Christmas" and I cried "Never!"
One will soon know which of us spoke the truth.
But if I do not return on the appointed day,
do not blame me, weep for me!"

*Returning to the letter*

Yes, with those beautiful eyes
you will read these lines over and over
You will bath them with your teats
and you will shudder....

*repeating to herself* ....you will shudder...you will shudder...

Direct translation taken from ipasource.com

The letter Aria ("Werther, qui m'aurait dit la place")

Orlofsky is a young Russian prince, who is tired of partying all day and night. 

from the operetta "Die Fledermaus" by Johann Strauss 

English Translation: 

I like to invite my guests,
One lives with me quite fine, 
We enjoy talking, as one might 
Often until daylight.
Although I am always bored here,
What drives you and also speaks;
However, what I as host allow myself liberty
I give no patience with that in guests!
And should I see any of my guests looking bored
Someone here with me in my home,
So I pack their things quite openly,
and throw him out the door.
And you wonder, and ask me,
Why do I do this?
Because for me, this is simply my custom
To each his own taste!

When I sit with others and drink wine,
And empty one bottle after another,
Everybody with me needs to be thirsty
Otherwise I will become very offensive.
And give glass after glass to me,
Patience I have not for contradiction;
I can not stand when they scream:
I did not want to, I've had enough!
Who can not keep up with my drinking
Adorns himself like a ineffectual person,
I throw, quite unabashedly,
The bottle at his head.
And you wonder, and ask me, 
Why do I do this?
Because for me, this is simply my custom
To each his own taste!

Ich lade gern mir Gäste ein

Sesto says goodbye to his lover, Vitellia, who has asked him to avenge her by murdering his best friend. 

From the opera "La Clemenza di Tito" by Mozart

English Translation: 

I go, but, my dearest,
make peace again with me.
I will be what you would most
have me be, do whatever you wish.

Look at me, and I will forget all
and fly to avenge you;
I will think only
of that glance at me.
Ah, ye gods, what power
you have given beauty!

Parto, ma tu ben mio

Wendy Wang is an opera singer from Boston, MA. She performs throughout Europe, US, and China.

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