В колонках играет - Beverly Sills "Addio del passato"

Farewell past, happy dreams of days gone bye;
The roses in my cheeks already are faded.
Even Alfredo's love is lacking,
To comfort and uphold my weary spirit.
Oh, comfort, sustain a tired soul,
And may God pardon and make her his own!
Ah, all is finished

The joys, the sorrows will be soon over,
The tomb confines all mortals!
Neither tears or flowers will my grave have,
No cross with a name that covers my bones!
Oh, comfort, sustain a tired soul,
And may God pardon and make her his own!
Ah, all is finished.