Delibes: Coppélia / Tableau 2: 9. Scène (L'atelier de Coppélius)

歌詞

A wicked fellow in father's room His voice with darkness announcing doom. The boy behind the curtain easy to find losing his father, his sight and his mind As a man with no fear, for a woman he cares But the heaviest footsteps head up the stairs. The fellow so dreadful with that croaking throat Hawking those glasses from inside his coat. Sneering motions, laughter so hideous That ash-grey coat, it is Coppelius... This must be a dream, a phantasy of fever That beauty of the moon, a pleasant thought of love While thoughts of the puppet fade from his mind His glasses work their magic, again he goes blind The ash-grey coat staring out of the crowd Those screams of death, sickening and loud... Sneering motions, laughter so hideous That ash-grey coat, it is Coppelius... Sneering laughter, hateful and nausious? That coat disappears, where is Coppelius?