Nessum Dorma...
OOC: Okay, unborn children are not supposed to talk to their parents. The conception is that with sharing her Quickening, pre-immortal children also can share thoughts and memories. If not, Réka is just talking to herself.
“It’s so dark here...” A small voice filtered through the curtain of dreams. “Mom? I said it is dark here.” The voice was a little louder now.
“I know,” Réka answered, half-sleeping. “But it’s nighttime, my son. Don’t be afraid of the darkness.”
“I am not afraid.” The tone was quiet and warning, full of pride with a touch annoyance. Réka knew that tone all too well... She couldn’t help but chuckled.
“Of course you aren’t.” She answered, fully awake already.
“I’m bored, mother. She’s sleeping all the time.” The voice was referring to his sister.
“As you should have to, my restless little baby.” Small sigh. “All right, what you want?”
“A story?”
“About what?”
“Outside.” Excitement was clear in his voice. “Where are you now?”
Oh well. Still unborn, the boy evinced his adventurous nature at such early age. “In my bedroom, at your father’s house.” Réka hastily looked for the remote control of the music center and pressed the button. Pavarotti’s voice filled the room.
“What’s this?”
“Nessum Dorma... Calaf, the prince of a faraway land is singing in the night... He’s singing about his hope that he wins the love of the beautiful Chinese princess, Turandot.”
“Did he?”
“Of course.” Réka smiled into the darkness. “The princess has fallen love with Calaf and agreed to marry him. And they lived happily ever after.” Of course, Réka did not let him into the gory details of the story.
The opera has continued with a duet of Calaf and Turandot and the baby has fallen silent finally. He might have fallen asleep or just listened to the music, Réka had no idea but it was not matter anyway.
The children were with her. And they were in safe.
Nessum dorma! Nessum dorma!
Tu pure, o Princepessa
Nella tua fredda stanza
Guardi le stelle chi tremano
D'amore e di speranza!
Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me,
Il nome mio nessun sapra!
No,no sulla bocca lo diro,
Quando la luce splendera!
Ed il mio baccio sciogliera!
Il silenzio che ti fa mia!
Dilegua, o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
Al alba vincero!
No One's Sleeping!
No one's sleeping! No one's sleeping!
This evening, icy princess,
perhaps in your cold chambers,
watch all the bright stars
that tremble both with loving and with desire.
I keep my secret locked inside.
No one shall ever know my name!
No, no ! When our two mouths touch, she'll learn it,
when the morning light shines forth!
And then my kisses will dissolve
her silence and she will be mine!
May this night end!
May all the stars set!
And may all the stars set!
When dawn breaks, I shall win!
“It’s so dark here...” A small voice filtered through the curtain of dreams. “Mom? I said it is dark here.” The voice was a little louder now.
“I know,” Réka answered, half-sleeping. “But it’s nighttime, my son. Don’t be afraid of the darkness.”
“I am not afraid.” The tone was quiet and warning, full of pride with a touch annoyance. Réka knew that tone all too well... She couldn’t help but chuckled.
“Of course you aren’t.” She answered, fully awake already.
“I’m bored, mother. She’s sleeping all the time.” The voice was referring to his sister.
“As you should have to, my restless little baby.” Small sigh. “All right, what you want?”
“A story?”
“About what?”
“Outside.” Excitement was clear in his voice. “Where are you now?”
Oh well. Still unborn, the boy evinced his adventurous nature at such early age. “In my bedroom, at your father’s house.” Réka hastily looked for the remote control of the music center and pressed the button. Pavarotti’s voice filled the room.
“What’s this?”
“Nessum Dorma... Calaf, the prince of a faraway land is singing in the night... He’s singing about his hope that he wins the love of the beautiful Chinese princess, Turandot.”
“Did he?”
“Of course.” Réka smiled into the darkness. “The princess has fallen love with Calaf and agreed to marry him. And they lived happily ever after.” Of course, Réka did not let him into the gory details of the story.
The opera has continued with a duet of Calaf and Turandot and the baby has fallen silent finally. He might have fallen asleep or just listened to the music, Réka had no idea but it was not matter anyway.
The children were with her. And they were in safe.
Nessum dorma! Nessum dorma!
Tu pure, o Princepessa
Nella tua fredda stanza
Guardi le stelle chi tremano
D'amore e di speranza!
Ma il mio mistero e chiuso in me,
Il nome mio nessun sapra!
No,no sulla bocca lo diro,
Quando la luce splendera!
Ed il mio baccio sciogliera!
Il silenzio che ti fa mia!
Dilegua, o notte!
Tramontate, stelle!
Tramontate, stelle!
Al alba vincero!
No One's Sleeping!
No one's sleeping! No one's sleeping!
This evening, icy princess,
perhaps in your cold chambers,
watch all the bright stars
that tremble both with loving and with desire.
I keep my secret locked inside.
No one shall ever know my name!
No, no ! When our two mouths touch, she'll learn it,
when the morning light shines forth!
And then my kisses will dissolve
her silence and she will be mine!
May this night end!
May all the stars set!
And may all the stars set!
When dawn breaks, I shall win!