and she, who never cared much for another, came to love, ironically, the youngest son of the marquis. perhaps it was the fact that they would never really be allowed to be together; a youth’s ultimate luxury, one chance of rebellion before she was sent away. but it was more; it remained, for he was to her the embodiment of her long-gone innocence. the freedom and the wilderness in him that she would never possess. the taste of honey in a picnic and the color of wildflowers in the gardens of auvergne. the forbidden antics away from everyone’s eyes. not monsieur de lioncourt, but simply her lelio, the wolfkiller; her lover.
01. parce que tu vis en moi; et que rien ne remplace les instants de bonheur que je prends dans tes bras; je ne me soucierai ni de dieu, ni des hommes.
02. s'il reste encore une lueur, s'il reste encore un rien de flamme, sous la cendre tiède de l'âme; qui paraît-il jamais ne meurt.
03. des nuits d'amour à plus finir, un grand bonheur qui prend sa place; des ennuis des chagrins s'effacent: heureux, heureux à mourir.
04. if you can keep me, i’m gonna stay here with you forever, i’ve got my man.
05. et quand vient le soir pour qu'un ciel flamboie, le rouge et le noir ne s'épousent-ils pas.