Manon, Act 2: Allons! Il le faut!... Adieu, notre petite table
Come on! I must do it! For his own sake...
My poor knight...
Oh! Yes, it’s him I love!
And yet, I hesitate today!
No, no!... I am no longer worthy of him!
I hear this voice that attracts me
Against my own will:
“Manon! Manon, you will be queen...
Queen... by beauty!..”
I am nothing but weakness...
And fragility…
Ah! In spite of myself, I feel my tears flow…
Ahead of these shattered dreams,
Will the future have the charms
Of those beautiful days already passed?
Farewell, our little table,
Which brought us together so often!
Farewell, farewell, our little table,
Which for us two seemed so large!
It's unbelievable,
So little space... when we embrace...
Farewell, our little table!
We used the same glass, the two of us,
And when each of us drank,
We tried to find the other's lips...
Ah! My poor friend, how much he loved me!
Farewell, our little table... Farewell!