The Tales of Hoffmann Page #2

I must deserve

The one I treasure

In my heart I feel there's a measure

Of the stuff that makes men wise

She is there

If I dared

She's there

Now could I dare

Oh, how fair

How divinely fair

Ah, could we two together

Know the same tomorrow

The same remembered past

We could share every joy

Could share in every sorrow

Could share in every sorrow

Yes, every sorrow

we could share to the last

May then

Oh, may my dreaming

In you reflect the morn

Let clouds of glory streaming

Proclaim that love is born

Let clouds of glory streaming

Proclaim that love is born

'Tis I, Coppelius

Now look out

Very gently

A man

Who can he be

What's he eyeing so intently

Our Olympia, eh

Why not

Their Olympia, eh

Young fellow

My dear sir

Hears not a jot

Dear sir

Dear sir

Yes, what

Oh, Coppelius, sir, is my name

As a friend

I Signor Spalanzani attend

You see all these barometers

And hygrometers and thermometers

Very cheap, but pay in cash

and you'll agree you've not been rash

These glasses in a flash

turn all as black as a sweep

Or else as white as whitening

As white as whitening

Dark as night, dark as night

Bright as lightning

I've got eyes, actual eyes, alive

And eyes a-blazing

I have eyes people prize

for hidden hearts are they appraising

And at times it may befall

A heart they can present

To those who've got none at all

I've got eyes, actual eyes, alive

And eyes a-blazing

I've got eyes

Lovely eyes

See

Would you try the heart of a woman

Whether kind or whether inhuman

Would you rather have the knack

To see it white when it is black

Look and you will see

all you want to see

Try all my eyes

I've eyes alive and eyes a-blazing

I've eyes the heart appraising

Try out my eyes

Is that true

Well, try

Here, then

That's three ducats

Gracious heaven

Power divine

Oh, the charms

that so brightly round her shine

Three ducats

My love, can this be true

For three ducats

Oh, but why snatch away

That heavenly vision

of delight and of love

Oh, you

Dear professor

Well what

It had all been agreed

- Not in writing

- Still

No jesting

A fortune you will realize

And half will be mine

Must I keep on protesting

Olympia 's mine

- Oh, no, she 's got my eyes

Less loud

Less loud

Less loud

Her eyes

Yes, he 's right

for I don 't know how they work

But I'll fix it

Yes

Would you like

a further 500 ducats

Just sign for me that you're resigning

Her eyes

with all the rest of her designing

Then I'll give you a check

On the house of Elias

Elias

Splendid reputation

Whatever's this negotiation

All right

Agreed

Come on, come on

My friend indeed

I rather think it is he who will pay

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