Luciano Pavarotti - Che Gelida Manina (La bohème)
What a cold little hand, if you let it warm up...
What’s the use of searching? In the dark, one doesn’t find anything.
But fortunately, it’s a moonlit night,
and here, the moon... is close by.
Wait, miss,
I'll tell you in two words:
who am I? who am I!... and what do I do...
how do I live?... Do you want to know?
Who am I? I am a poet.
What do I do? I write.
And how do I live? I live.
In my happy poverty,
I squander like a great lord...
verses and hymns of love.
For dreams and for illusions...
and for castles in the air!
My soul is millionnaire.
Sometimes, from my treasure chest...
all the jewels are stolen
by two thieves: the beautiful eyes.
They entered just now,
and my used dreams
and my beautiful dreams will soon vanish!
But the theft doesn’t sadden me,
since... hope has taken up residence!
Now that you know me, speak, please! speak...
Who are you?
Would you like to tell me?