The story tells of the Army officer Octavio and his consuming love for Giuditta, a passionate spitfire, who leaves him because he refuses to desert the colours for her; their chance meeting several years afterwards comes too late, though they realise how much they have lost.
Meine Lippen sie küssen so heiss
from the Opera Giuditta by Frans Lehar
Anna Netrebko
Ich weiss es selber nicht,
warum man gleich von Liebe spricht,
wenn man in meiner Nähe ist,
in meine Augen schaut und meine Hände küßt.
Ich weiss es selber nicht,
warum man von dem Zauber spricht.
Denn keine widersteht,
wenn sie mich sieht, wenn sie an mir vorüber geht.
Doch wenn das rote Licht erglüht,
zur mitternächt’gen Stund’
und alle lauschen meinem Lied,
dann wird mir klar der Grund.
Meine Lippen, sie küssen so heiß,
meine Glieder sind schmiegsam und weiss.
In den Sternen, da steht es geschrieben,
du sollst küssen, du sollst lieben.
Meine Füsse, sie schweben dahin,
meine Augen, sie locken und glühn.
Und ich tanz' wie im Rausch, denn ich weiss,
Meine Lippen, sie küssen so heiss.
Doch wenn das rote Licht erglüht,
zur mitternächt’gen Stund’
Und alle lauschen meinem Lied,
dann wird mir klar der Grund.
In meinen Adern drin,
da läuft das Blut der Tänzerin,
denn meine schöne Mutter war
des Tanzes Königin
im gold'nen Alcazar.
Sie war so wunderschön,
ich hab' sie oft im Traum geseh'n.
Schlug sie das Tambourin
so wild im Tanz,da sah man alle Augen glüh'n.
Sie ist in mir aufs Neu' erwacht,
ich hab' das gleiche Los.
Ich tanz' wie sie um Mitternacht
und fühl' das Eine bloss:
Meine Lippen, sie küssen so heiß,
meine Glieder sind schmiegsam und weiss.
In den Sternen, da steht es geschrieben,
du sollst küssen, du sollst lieben.
Meine Füsse, sie schweben dahin,
meine Augen, sie locken und glühn.
Und ich tanz' wie im Rausch, denn ich weiss,
Meine Lippen, sie küssen so heiss.
English version of the song:My lips they kiss so hotWhy ever should it be
That men at once make love to me?
When they are near me,
There they stand.
Their eyes look deep in mine.
They always kiss my hand.
Why ever should it be
They speak of magic charms in me
That no man can resist?
For every time they look at me these charms
persist.
But when the soft lights glint and glance
As midnight hours go by
They hear me sing, they see me dance
It's then that I know why
On my lips every kiss is like wine
In my arms love is more than divine,
Its engraved in the stars high above me
Men must kiss me, men must love me.
When my feet haunting rhythms inspire,
In my eyes gleam the flames of desire,
When I dance, then I know Fate's design.
On my lips every kiss is like wine.
I have a dancer's blood
That rules me like a throbbing flood.
My mother was the dancing star
Without a rival at the Golden Alcazar!
How great she must have been!
In dreams I have so often seen
The raptures when she danced;
She held each heart enthralled and every eye
entranced.
Her spirit wakes in me again,
My fortune wills it so.
At night I dance as she did then,
And this is all I know.
On my lips every kiss is like wine
In my arms love is more than divine,
Its engraved in the stars high above me
Men must kiss me, men must love me.
When my feet haunting rhythms inspire,
In my eyes gleam the flames of desire,
When I dance, then I know Fate's design.
On my lips every kiss is like wine.
That men at once make love to me?
When they are near me,
There they stand.
Their eyes look deep in mine.
They always kiss my hand.
Why ever should it be
They speak of magic charms in me
That no man can resist?
For every time they look at me these charms
persist.
But when the soft lights glint and glance
As midnight hours go by
They hear me sing, they see me dance
It's then that I know why
On my lips every kiss is like wine
In my arms love is more than divine,
Its engraved in the stars high above me
Men must kiss me, men must love me.
When my feet haunting rhythms inspire,
In my eyes gleam the flames of desire,
When I dance, then I know Fate's design.
On my lips every kiss is like wine.
I have a dancer's blood
That rules me like a throbbing flood.
My mother was the dancing star
Without a rival at the Golden Alcazar!
How great she must have been!
In dreams I have so often seen
The raptures when she danced;
She held each heart enthralled and every eye
entranced.
Her spirit wakes in me again,
My fortune wills it so.
At night I dance as she did then,
And this is all I know.
On my lips every kiss is like wine
In my arms love is more than divine,
Its engraved in the stars high above me
Men must kiss me, men must love me.
When my feet haunting rhythms inspire,
In my eyes gleam the flames of desire,
When I dance, then I know Fate's design.
On my lips every kiss is like wine.
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