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People of Peking!
This is the law…
Turandot the pure shall marry a man of royal blood, who can answer three riddles.
But he who fails to succeed pays for his failure… with his proud head!
Fortune did not favor the Prince of Persia, so upon the moonrise, by the executioner’s hand, he shall die!
He shall die! We want the executioner! Quickly! To the block! Come, or we’ll wake you! To the palace!
- Get back, dogs! - Cruel ones! For heaven’s sake, stop!
My old master has fallen!
Who will help me raise him? Have mercy!
- My father! Oh father, I have found you! Look at me! - Get back! - Cruel ones!
- It’s not a dream! Father, listen! Father, it’s me! - (My lord!)
Blessed be our prior sorrows, for this present joy, which a God of mercy bestows upon us.
- My son! You… live? - Quiet! Those who usurped your throne still seek us!
- No place in this world is safe for us, father. - I have been searching for you, son. I thought you were dead.
- I wept for you father! Now I kiss your blessed hands. - My long lost son!
Here come the executioner’s men. Let him die!
The battle lost, an old king without a kingdom and in flight…
I heard a voice say: "Come with me, I will be your guide” … it was Liù.
- May she be blessed. - I fell, and she dried my tears and begged alms for me.
- Liù… who are you? - No one… a slave, my lord.
- And why do you choose to endure such suffering? - Because once in the palace, you smiled at me.
Turn the grindstone!
Oil it, grind it, let the blade flash, spurt fire and blood. Work is never lacking, where Turandot reigns!
Come, sweet lovers!
With hooks and knives we are ready to embroider your flesh! Come, sweet lovers!
He who strikes the gong will see her appear… White as jade, cold as the blade, is the beautiful Turandot!
When the gong crashes, the executioner rejoices …... Love is in vain without good fortune.
- Oil it! Grind it! - There are three riddles, and one death!
When the gong crashes, the executioner rejoices… Let the blade flash, spurt fire and blood…
Work is never lacking, where Turandot reigns!
Why does the moon delay? Pallid face! Reveal yourself in the sky! Quickly come! Rise!
O severed head! O forlorn one! Come… rise! Reveal yourself, bloodless one.
Oh silent one… Gaunt lover of the dead! Forlorn one, reveal yourself!
The graveyards await your light… Bloodless one…
O severed head! Over there, a glimmer! Quickly come, rise! O severed head, come!
O pallid face! O bloodless, pallid one!
Come, gaunt lover of the dead! A glimmer spreads across the sky!
Pu-Tin-Pao! The moon has risen!
Over on the Eastern Mountains the stork sang. But April bloomed not again, the snow did not thaw.
From the desert to the sea you hear a thousand voices whisper: “Princess, come to me! All will blossom, all will shine!”
He’s so young! Mercy! How firm his step!
How kind and gentle his face! In his eyes is joy! Pity him!
- Ah! Mercy! - Take pity on him, princess!
- Let me see you and curse you, cruel princess! - Take pity on him, princess!
Oh, heavenly beauty! Oh, wondrous sight!
O great Koungtzè! Let the spirit of the dying man ascend to Thee!
- My son, what are you doing? - Don’t you sense it? Her perfume fills the air and my soul!
- You are lost! - Heavenly beauty! Wondrous sight! Father, my heart aches!
No, no! Stay by me! Liù, talk to him! No one is safe here. Take his hand in yours!
- My lord, let us go away from here! - Life is elsewhere!
- This is life, father! - Life is elsewhere!
- Father, I suffer! Life is here! - No one is safe here!
Turandot!