All language subtitles for Il Trovatore - Pavarotti

Be watchful!

The Count expects us to be vigilant.

He often stands guard all night
under his beloved's window.

Jealousy torments him.

He fears he has a rival,
the troubadour who serenades her.

Keep us from drowsing as we stand watch.

Tell us the story of Garzi,
our master's younger brother.

Very well. I�ll tell the tale.

The old Count, our late master,
was blessed with two sons.

Their nurse always slept
by the younger one's cradle.

Early one morning, when
she opened her eyes...

...do you know who was by the cradle?

There stood a gypsy hag.
She wore symbols of witchcraft.

She cast a baleful eye
on the sleeping boy.

The nurse was horrified.
She screamed for help.

Servants came running.
They burst into the room.

And with shouts and curses,
they threw the gypsy out.

They gave the wretch what she deserved!

She claimed she had come
to tell the child's fortune.

The liar!

Soon after, the poor boy
fell ill with a fever.

Pale and weak, he slept fitfully.
To hear him moan was pitiful.

He had been bewitched!

They caught the hag.
She was burned at the stake.

But she left behind a daughter,
and that cursed girl avenged her.

She wreaked a dreadful vengeance.
The ailing child disappeared.

And on that very same spot
where the witch had burned...

...upon a pile of glowing embers...

...they found a child's skeleton,
half-burned and smoldering still.

Wretched woman! How could she do it?

And the Count?

He died soon after that.

But he always believed his son
was somehow still alive.

He made his other son, our master,
swear to go on looking for him.

It was useless.

And the gypsy's daughter?

She had long vanished.
If only I could find her!

But would you recognize her?

Even now, I think I could.

It's high time we sent her
to join her mother down in hell!

Down in hell?

Some say the witch's evil spirit
still walks the earth...

...and in the darkness of night
appears in different guises.

It's true--we've heard that.

She's been seen on rooftops,
as a raven or an owl...

...and always flies off before daybreak.

She once appeared to a servant
who had abused her in life.

He died of fright.

She appeared in the form of an owl.
Staring, she shrieked at him...

...just as midnight was striking.

Curses on the witch
and her infernal kind!

Why do you linger? It's late.

The Princess has called for you.

Another night without seeing him!

This love of yours is dangerous.
How did it come about?

A stranger dressed in black
competed in the tournament...

...and he won every contest.

I myself accorded him the laurels.

But when the war began, he disappeared.

Yet his image lingered,
a dream of bliss remembered.

A long time passed. But then....

It was a calm and lovely night.

The full moon cast its silver glow.

Suddenly, the stillness
was broken by a sound.

Sadly wafting through the air,
a lute's sweet sound was heard...

...and with it came
a troubadour's sad song.

His song was like a humble plea,
a prayer to God in heaven...

...but the word he kept repeating
was my name, over and over.

And when I ran to my balcony,
I saw him standing below.

I felt the joy that angels feel,
joy that no mortal knows.

My heart and soul, in ecstasy,
found heaven here on earth.

What you have told me
fills me with fear.

This unknown man rouses
doubts and misgivings in me.

Try to forget him.
That is my counsel--heed it!

Forget him?

Those are words my heart
could never grasp.

I cannot make you understand
a love as great as mine.

It sets my heart ablaze.

My destiny and his are joined,
two lives united evermore.

And if I cannot live for him,
then for him I shall die.

How still the night is!

The Princess must be sleeping,
but not the lady who attends her.

Leonora, you are still awake.
The glow from your window tells me so.

Ah, how this fire within me
consumes my very being!

I can wait no longer!

This is the hour
when fate will unite us.

The troubadour!

By the world abandoned evermore,
ever at odds with destiny...

...the troubadour's only hope
lies in a woman's heart.

But if he wins her heart,
and all its chaste devotion...

...no monarch wields more might
than does that troubadour.

She's coming to meet him!

How late you are tonight!
My heart counted every moment.

But now, at last, you're here with me.

Betrayal!

My eagerness deceived me.
My words were for you.

It's you alone I long for.

My love is true and everlasting.

Say who you are!

Manrico's my name.

You madman! You're a traitor,
a follower of the rebel Prince!

And yet you dare to come here?

Why not call your guards?

Send your rival to die
at the executioner's hands.

You'll die even sooner.
I�ll kill you myself.

-Come and fight!
-Lead on!

Hear me!

Jealousy has lit a fire in me.
Not even his blood can quench it.

In your folly you said you love him.
You dared to say those words.

And those words are your undoing.
Your devotion seals his doom.

-My lord, restrain your fury.
-His threats are useless.

-Punish me, not him.
-He'll fall to my sword.

See how the sky casts off
the gloom of night...

To work now! Swing the hammer!

Who brightens the gypsy's life?

Who makes it brighter?

His gypsy sweetheart!

Come, fill our tankards.

Wine makes us brave and strong.

See how the dawn's light
sparkles in each cup.

To work!

Who brightens the gypsy's life?

His gypsy sweetheart!

Fiercely the flames rage.
The frenzied mob comes running.

Their cries of joy resound.
The guards bring forth a woman.

The blaze lights up their lurid faces.

Higher and higher,
flames mount to the sky.

Fiercely the flames rage.
The victim is approaching...

...dressed all in black,
barefoot and disheveled.

The crowd's cry of savage joy
echoes through the hills.

The blaze lights up their lurid faces.

Higher and higher,
flames mount to the sky.

You sing a mournful song.

No more mournful than the tale
my song has told you.

"Avenge me!"

Again those puzzling words!

My friends, it's time to go now.
We'll sell our wares in the valley.

We're alone now.
Tell me that sad story.

You would have known it long ago,
but you chose to go off to the wars.

It tells of my mother's tragic death.

A nobleman accused her
of bewitching his young son.

They burned her alive.

What a horror!

They led her, bound and shackled,
to meet her dreadful fate.

With my own son cradled in my arms,
I trailed after her, weeping.

In vain I struggled with the mob,
trying to reach her side.

In vain she tried to stop,
just long enough to bless me.

Cursing, prodding with their swords,
they dragged her to the stake.

Then, in a broken voice,
"Avenge me!" she cried out.

And those words of hers
still echo in my soul.

-Did you avenge her?
-I abducted the count's son.

I took him to the pyre.
The flames were still raging.

The helpless child was weeping.
His sobs tore at my heart.

Then, as my courage wavered,
a dreadful vision rose before me.

The killers, and their cruelty,
my mother, pale with terror....

I heard that cry again. "Avenge me!"

With trembling hands, I took the boy
and hurled him into the flames!

Then, as the vision faded,
the fire devoured its prey.

I turned, and there--behind me--
I saw the child I�d stolen.

My son, my own dear son,
lay there burning!

It was my own son I had murdered!

Say no more.

The dreadful memory haunts me still
and makes my blood run cold.

Am I not your son?

You are my son!

My words confused you.

When I recall that ghastly moment,
foolish words escape my lips.

Have I not always been a loving mother?

I saved your life.

When they said you'd died in battle,
I sought out your body to bury.

And yet I found you still alive.

Did I not nurse you back to health?

You healed the wounds I suffered.
I had braved the enemy alone.

Luna and his men attacked.
I fell, but as a hero.

That's how the monster repaid you
for sparing him in your duel.

What strange sense of pity
held back your hand?

Oh, mother, I have no explanation.

Pity misplaced...

...sparing his life!

Thrown back by my fierce assault,
he had fallen to the ground.

I had already raised my sword,
prepared to run him through.

But an unknown force restrained me
just as I prepared to strike.

And I shuddered in that moment
as a chill ran through my blood...

...while a voice, as if from heaven,
seemed to reach me, calling...

...calling to me, "Spare his life!"

But that ingrate never heeded
any call to show you mercy.

Someday fate again may lead you
to do combat with your rival.

Then obey me as if God himself
had ordered you to do it.

Show no pity, plunge your weapon
deep into the villain's heart!

Yes, I swear it!
I will drive it through his heart.

A signal from Ruiz....

"Avenge me!"

What news? How did the battle end?

This message tells you all.

"The fort at Castellor is ours.
The Prince names you its commander."

"Believing rumors of your death,
Leonora is to take the veil tonight."

Go quickly! Saddle my horse!

Wait for me in the valley.

I cannot lose her! My angel!

No, wait! Listen to me!

You cannot ride through these hills.
Your wounds have barely healed.

No, I cannot let you do it!

The blood you shed in battle
will be wrung from my own heart.

If I stay, I may lose my beloved.
Nothing will keep me from her.

Mother, let me go, I beg you.

Unless you let me go,
you will see me die of grief.

No one is here.
The service has not yet begun.

This is a daring scheme, my lord.

My passion and my injured pride
demand I dare no less.

With my rival dead, I had thought
all obstacles were overcome.

Now she seeks to raise another.
The altar!

But no one else shall claim her.
Leonora shall be mine.

Her smile shines brighter
than the stars above.

The splendor of her beauty
makes me dare all again.

May the ardent love I bear
plead to her on my behalf.

May the sunlight of her glance
calm the tempest in my heart.

That bell!

-The service is starting.
-But I�ll abduct her first!

Go wait in the shadows.

In a moment she will be mine.
Oh, how that thought inflames me!

Concealed in the shadows,
we'll make no sound.

The fateful hour approaches,
the hour of my triumph.

The bliss that awaits me
exceeds all mortal joy.

Though God is now my rival,
my love makes me defy him.

Not even God can claim her,
for she is mine alone.

Why are you weeping?

You are leaving us forever.

All pleasure, every promise of joy,
has vanished from my life.

So now I turn to our Lord,
for only He can offer me solace.

I shall lead a life
of penance and prayer...

...hoping to be reunited
with my beloved after death.

Dry your tears now.
Lead me to the altar.

No, never! I alone will lead you there!

Dare I believe that
you have come to save me?

Am I deluded by a dream,
a spell of sweet enchantment?

My heart is filled with happiness,
far more than I can bear.

Have you come down from heaven,
or am I there with you?

So the dead come back again!

Neither from heaven nor hell
have I come to defy you!

Infernal powers conspire against me.

You're undone by your own evil.

-Come, Leonora!
-Beware!

You hope to escape me?

Furies tear at my heart!

Have you come down from heaven,
or am I there with you?

We've played at dice.
Soon we'll play another game.

Reinforcements are arriving.

There's no reason for delaying
our attack on Castellor.

Yes, brave soldiers, at dawn
our captain will lead the attack.

The spoils of war await us,
and untold riches.

Let's conquer, then claim them.

On to new diversions!

Let the trumpet lead us into battle.
Our flag will fly over Castellor.

No hope of victory was ever more certain.

Riches and glory are ours!

She's in my rival's arms.
The very thought torments me.

But by daybreak tomorrow,
again I�ll stand between them.

-What news?
-A gypsy was found spying!

When she tried to escape,
our men chased and caught her.

-You've seen her?
-No, I�ve just been told.

What harm have I done?

Answer my questions,
and take care not to lie.

Where were you going?

It's the gypsy's way to wander
without a plan or purpose...

...with the sky our only roof
and the whole world for a home.

I come from Biscay.
I lived in the mountains.

Could it possibly be?

Mine was a poor but happy life.

I loved my son above all else,
but the ungrateful boy has left me.

Now I must go on searching
for this child who hurt me so.

There has never been a mother
who has shown so much devotion...

...such affection for her son.

I know her!

And you stayed on in Biscay?

Yes, for years.

Do you recall a child, a count's son...

...who was stolen from
a castle years ago?

Why do you ask that?

I am that child's brother.

So you know nothing of him?

Nothing, no. Now let me go my way.

Don't let her go!
She's the witch's daughter!

She killed the child!

Where are you, my Manrico?
Save your poor mother!

Manrico's mother!
His mother! In my power!

Untie my hands, you savages!
Either free me now, or kill me!

Evil son of an evil man...

...beware of God's punishment!

So you are the mother
of that traitor, that seducer!

My joy is boundless!
Now my brother will be avenged!

Was that the sound of weapons?

We are in grave danger.
They will surely attack by dawn.

But we will defeat them.
Our courage is as great as theirs.

In my absence, you will command.
Prepare for battle.

What a gloomy dawn
for such a day as this!

Put aside your fears, my own beloved.

How can I?

Let love, sublimely shared,
help you forget them...

...in so blessed a moment.

Yes, beloved, a solemn vow
will join us soon in marriage.

It gives me even greater strength
to fight our foes undaunted.

But destiny may call on me
to perish in this battle...

...to fall before the enemy
upon the field of honor.

But in that hour of agony,
my every thought will be of you.

And death will seem but a delay
before we meet again on high.

Let these holy sounds
flood through our hearts.

Now God above, in solemn nuptials,
will consecrate our love.

The gypsy! In chains! Taken captive!

They've already lighted the pyre.

-You're trembling.
-Don't you know who I am?

Her son!

Summon our men! Hurry, Ruiz!

The flames around that pyre
rage through my soul.

Villains, put out that blaze,
or I will drown it in your blood!

I was her son before I loved you.
Not even your grief can stop me.

Oh, my poor mother,
soon you'll be rescued.

I swear I�ll save you, save you or die.

To battle!

It's here. This is the tower
where prisoners of state are kept.

Ah, poor Manrico!
He lies in that dungeon.

Go now, leave me here.
Have no fear for me, I pray you...

...for I still hope to save him.

Why fear for me?
The poison in my ring protects me.

Hidden by night, I am near you.
Yet you do not know it.

You doleful breezes
that waft around me...

...look down in pity,
and bear my sighs aloft to him.

Go, mournful sighs.
Take flight on wings of love.

Go to the man imprisoned there
and bring him consolation.

Let him go on hoping amid the darkness.

And waken his memory...

...to dreams of love we once shared.

But, I implore you, say nothing
of the torment I must bear.

That bell and that chanting
spread terror through the night.

My frightened heart can scarcely beat.

Ah, how slowly death comes
to him who longs to die!

Farewell, Leonora!

Death spreads its wings
around this dreadful place.

The tower gates may open for him,
but not while he still lives.

Now I must pay with my life
for having loved you.

Do not forget my love!
Farewell, Leonora!

Could I forget you?

At daybreak, he goes to die
and his mother as well.

I may have abused the power
the Prince gave me...

...but if I have, the fault is Leonora's.

When we recaptured Castellor,
she had vanished without a trace.

Ah, cruel woman, where are you?

Here, before you.

-Why have you come?
-You ask me that?

Yes, I dare ask mercy.

-Mercy for my rival?
-May God move you to grant it!

The only god I know is vengeance.

Have mercy! Please spare his life!

If tears are not enough for you,
exact another punishment.

Slay me, then! Take my life.
Be satisfied with just one victim.

Have your revenge on me alone,
and spare Manrico's life.

Oh, to make him suffer even more,
and die a hundred deaths!

The more you love him,
the greater is my anger.

-Spare him!
-Nothing can buy his pardon.

There is one thing.
One thing that I can offer....

Myself....

And I would keep that promise.

Set him free, and I am yours.

You swear it?

I swear to the Almighty,
who sees into my soul.

(Yes, I�ll be yours,
but cold and lifeless.)

He shall live!

O God above, I have no words
to thank You for this mercy!

I do not fear to die for him.
No, I shall die rejoicing...

...for he will know
I died that he might live.

Again! Then assure me once again.
I want to hear you say it.

You will be mine, you promise me?
Remove all doubts forever!

Mother, you're not sleeping?

It's sleep I long for,
but it forever evades me.

I�m praying.

Does the cold trouble you?

No, but I yearn to escape
this living tomb...

...to escape this air that chokes me.

Escape!

Don't mourn for my sake.
They cannot torture me for long.

Death has already put
its grim mark upon my brow.

My corpse is all they'll find.
Not even that--my bones!

Listen! They're coming!
They'll drag me to the stake!

Save your poor mother!

There's no one. Do not be frightened.

The pyre!

Oh, how I dread it!

A savage mob led her to the stake.

See the blaze mounting!

Her hair is in flames!
Her eyes start from her head!

Don't let me see it!
Save me from that horrid sight!

If you still love your son,
if his voice still sways your heart...

...you will forget your fears,
and find peace again in sleep.

Yes, I am weary, and sleep overcomes me.

But if the pyre is lighted,
and you should see it...

...rouse me from sleep.

Sleep, dearest mother.
God will send soothing dreams.

Back to our mountains we'll go,
and find the peace we knew.

You'll sing, you'll play the lute,
and I will sleep untroubled.

Sleep, dearest mother.
I�ll keep the vigil...

...trusting to heaven to answer our plea.

No, I�m not dreaming!

At last, my Manrico!

Has God really granted me
such joy before I die?

-I�ll save you from death.
-How can you?

-Escape at once!
-Without you?

I must stay.

-Flee for your life!
-No! My life means nothing.

Look at me!

Who set me free? And for what price?

Why don't you answer?

It was my rival! I know it, I know it!

Ah, she betrayed me,
bartering love away...

...selling the heart she swore was mine.

Your rage has blinded you.
How unjust, how cruel you are!

You must escape now, or all is lost.

Ah, she betrayed me....

You have betrayed me!

You must escape, or you will perish!

-Leave me!
-Don't send me away!

Go! I hate you! I curse you!

Take back your curse.
I beg you, pray for me instead!

Your words make me afraid.

Tell me! Speak to me!

I am dying.

The poison acts so swiftly!

My hands are cold as ice,
but a fire rages in me.

What have you done?

Rather than live at another's side,
I chose to die for your sake.

And in my madness,
I dared curse this angel!

My hour has come. I�m dying, Manrico.

Grant me forgiveness!

Heavenly Father, forgive me!

She meant to deceive me,
dying for his sake.

Let him die at once!

Mother, farewell!

Where is my son?

Gone to die!

Manrico was your brother!

You are avenged now, O mother!