Текст песни: Overture + перевод

This trophy from our saviours, from our saviours!

From the enslaving force of Rome!

GIRL’S CHORUS:

With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, we greet

the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation!

MEN’S CHORUS:

The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark

to our step on the ground!

ALL:

Hear the drums -- Hannibal comes!

PIANGI:

Sad to return to find the land

we love threatened once more by Roma’s far-reaching grasp,

REYER:

Signor. .. if you please: «Rome».

We say «Rome' not «Roma»

PIANGI:

Si, si, Rome, not Roma. Is very hard for me.

LEFEVRE:

This way, gentlemen, this way.

Rehearsals, as you see, are under way, for a new production of

Chalumeau’s «Hannibal».

Ladies and gentlemen, some of you may already, perhaps, have met M.

Andre and M. Firmin …

REYER:

I’m sorry, M. Lefevre, we are rehearsing.

If you wouldn’t mind waiting a moment?

LEFEVRE:

My apologies, M. Reyer. Proceed, proceed …

REYER:

Thank you, monsieur.

«Sad to return…"Signor …

LEFEVRE:

M. Reyer, our chief repetiteur. Rather a tyrant, I’m afraid.

PIANGI:

Sad to return to find the land we love

threatened once more by Rome’s far-reaching grasp.

Tomorrow, we shall break the chains of Rome.

Tonight, rejoice — your army has come home.

By Nehemoth

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