| I smile, I shake
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| And the opera continues
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| And I’m quite submissive to the world I am in
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| My previous life is slipping away from me
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| My distant past is gone, is gone
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| And the rest of the night
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| I can’t take my eyes from him
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| His glittering eyes
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| And his tender smile
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| And as I am leaving
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| Flushed and nervous
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| He touches my arm
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| And I turn around
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| And he’s looking at me
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| With his glittering eyes
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| And his tender smile
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| O God! |
| I am lost!
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| How could I let him?
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| Everything is dark, obscure, and terrible
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| I don’t understand this
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| Oh God, I am lost!
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| Back in the theater, full of lights
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| Where tenors jumped about in tinsel jackets
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| Young girls and old men cried «Bravo!» |
| in rapture
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| There it all seemed simple
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| But now, alone,
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| I am tortured
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| My conscience gnaws away at my heart
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| Am I spoiled for Andrey’s love or not?
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| Oh, I can soothe myself with irony:
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| Nothing! |
| It was nothing
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| I didn’t lead him on at all
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| No one will ever know
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| I’ll never see him again
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| Nothing has happened
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| And Andrey can love me still
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| Oh, God, why isn’t he here?
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| And yet it was like there was nothing between us
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| No veil, no modesty
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| Just his face and strong hands
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| His glittering eyes
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| And his tender smile
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| That bold handsome man who pressed my arm |