A vos jeux, mes amis
Ambroise Thomas
To Your Games, My Friends
To your games, my friends, allow me, please
To take part!
The peasants look at her with surprise and surround her
No one has followed my trail!
I left the palace at the first light of day
Already the bird was singing in the surrounding woods
The morning breeze stirred the foliage
With a long shiver of love!
The tears of the night wet the earth
And the lark, before the awakened dawn
Hovered in the air
Signaling them to approach
But you, why are you speaking softly
Do you not recognize me?
Hamlet is my husband, and I am Ophelia!
Ophelia!
OPHELIA, in a half-whisper, addressing the young girls surrounding her
Listen: - a sweet oath binds us!
He gave me his heart in exchange for mine
And if anyone tells you that he is avoiding me and forgetting me
Don't believe it! ... Don't believe it!
THE CHORUS
May he always be faithful
As you always be beautiful
It's the wish of our hearts, oh noble maiden!
OPHELIA, sadly
If he betrayed his faith, I would lose my mind!
Cheerfully
Share my flowers!
To a young girl
To you this humble branch
Of wild rosemary
To another
To you this periwinkle
And now, listen to my song
