Act 2 No. 20
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No. 20 - Song - La Belle Bolero and Chorus
| La Belle Bolero: | Hark to the sound of multitudes assembling, Keen with excitement, burning for the fray, No fear for Toreador, though female heart be trembling, Waiting the glorious issue of the day. In the arena all is expectation, Now the eventful fight is to begin, Somebody's heart is filled with exultation, He is about to fight, and he must win — On, on he's dashing, See, his eyes are flashing, The bull approaches with a roar, The crowds delighting, For me, he's fighting, My heart and soul go out to you, my Toreador! My heart and soul go out to you, my Toreador! |
| Chorus: | On, on he's dashing, See, his eyes are flashing, The bull approaches with a roar, The crowds delighting, For me, he's fighting, My heart and soul go out to you, my Toreador! My heart and soul go out to you, my Toreador! |
| La Belle Bolero: | What is the sound on ev'ry side ascending? What is the look of fear on ev'ry face? What means that piercing shriek, The spell-bound silence rending? See, ev'ryone stands upright in his place! Who can it be there on the cold ground lying? Heaven forbid, it is my Toreador! See, now at last to gain his feet he's trying, Eager to fight and win for me once more, On, on he's dashing, See, his eyes are flashing, The bull approaches with a roar, The crowds delighting, For me, he's fighting, My heart and soul go out to you, my Toreador! My heart and soul go out to you, my Toreador! |
| Chorus: | On, on he's dashing, See, his eyes are flashing, The bull approaches with a roar, The crowds delighting, For me, he's fighting, My heart and soul go out to you, my Toreador! My heart and soul go out to you, my Toreador! |
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