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Cranes - "Orestes Et Electre"
Lyrics to Orestes Et Electre : Qui es-tu' Un etranger. Sois le bienvenu. Tout ce qui est etranger a cette ville mest cher. Quel est ton nom' Je mappelle Philebe et je suis de Corinthe. Ah' De Corinthe' Moi, on mappelle Electre. Tu es belle. Tu ne ressembles pas aux gens dici. Belle' Tu es sur que je suis belle' Aussi belle que les filles de Corinthe' Oui. Ils ne me le dissent pas, ici. Ils ne veulent pas que je le sache. Dailleurs a quoi ca me sert-il, je ne suis quune servante. Servant' Toi' Tu nas jamais songe a tenfuir' Je nai pas ce courage-la : jaurais peur, seule sur les routes. Ah bien! Jattends quelque chose. Quelque chose ou quelquun' Je ne te le dirai pas. Parle plutot. Cest une belle ville, Corinthe' Tres belle. Je te parais niaise' Cest que jai tant de peine a imaginer des promenades, des chants, des sourires. Les gens dici sont ronges par la peur. Et moi ... Toi' Par la haine. Et dis-moi encore ceci, car jai besoin de la savoir a cause de quelquun que jattends : suppose quun gars de Corinthe, un de ces gars qui rient le soir avec les filles, trouve, au retour dun voyage, son pere assassine, sa mere dans le lit du meurtrier et sa soeur en esclavage, est-ce quil filerait doux, le gars de Corinthe, est-ce quil sen irait a reculons, en faisant des reverences, ou bien est-ce quil sortirait son epee et est-ce quil cognerait sur lassassin jusqua lui faire eclater la tete' Electre! Chut! Quy a-t-il' Cest ma mere, la reine Clytemnestre. Electre, le roi tordonne de tappreter pour la ceremonie. Tu mettras ta robe noire et tes bijoux. Tu es princesse, Electre, et le peuple tattend, comme chaque annee. Sais-tu ce quils font, Philebe' Il y a, au-dessus de la ville, une caverne on dit quelle communique avec les enfers. A chaque anniversaire, le peuple se reunit devant cette caverne, des soldats repoussent de cote la pierre qui en bouche lentree, et nos morts remontant des enfers, se repandent dans le ville. Ils courent partout. Je ne veux pas prendre part a ces momeries. Ce sont leurs morts, non les miens. Si tu nobeis pas de ton plein gre, le roi a donne lordre quon tamene de force. De force' ... ha! Je paraitrai a la fete et, puisque le peuple veut my voir, il ne sera pas decu. A bientot, je vrais mappreter. English Translation: Who are you' A stranger. Then you are welcome. All that is foreign to this town is dear to me. What is your name' I am Philebe and I am from Corinthe. Ah' From Corinthe' My names Electre. Youre very beautiful. Not at all like the people in these parts. I, beautiful' Can you really mean it' As beautiful as the Corinthian girls' Yes. Well here they never tell me that I am beautiful. Perhaps they dont want me to know it. Anyhow what use would beauty be to me' Im only a servant. What! You a servant' Have you never thought of running away' I havent the courage; I darent face the country roads at night all by myself. No! Im waiting for something. Something or someone' Thats my secret. Now its your turn to speak. Is Corinthe a pretty place' Very pretty. I suppose you think Im very childish. But its so hard for me to picture a life like that - going for walks, laughing and singing in the streets. Everybody here is sick with fear. Everyone except me. And I ... Yes' And you' Im sick with hatred. Please tell me something else; I want to know it because of someone Im expecting. Suppose one of the young fellows youve been telling about, who walk and laugh with girls in the evening - suppose one of these young men came home after a long journey and found his father murded, and his mother living with the murderer, and his sister treated like a slave - what would he do, that young man from Corinthe' Would he just he just take it for granted and leave his fathers house' Or would he draw his sword and hurl himself at the assassin, and slash his brains out' Electre! Hush! What is it' That was my mother, Queen Clytemnestre Electre, hear the kings order. You are to make ready for the ceremony. You must wear your black dress and your jewels. You are a princess, Electre, and the townsfolk expect to see you, as in former years. Do you know what they do Phileee' Above the town theres a great cavern. People say that it leads down to hell. Each year when this anniversary comes round, the townspeople gather outside the cavern, soldiers roll away the stone which blocks the entrance, and our dead, so they say, come up from hell amd roam the city. The dead are everywhere. I refuse to take part in this mummery. Those dead folk are their dead, not mine. If you will not obey his summons willingly, the King will have you brought to him by force. By force' ... ha! I shall attend the rite and, if the townsfolk wish to see me, they wont be disappointed. Now Ill go and make myself ready. [ Orestes Et Electre Lyrics ]
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