Now we go back in time.
Let it be Spain, twenty years before.
Let it be Seville, in the full bloom of spring.
Cherubino...Cherubino...
Where are you taking me, young shepherd?
Look at the green here in the glade.
Feel the mild breeze and the scent of wild thyme.
Hear the vixen's shrill cry and the lamb's complaint.
We're in the Garden of Earthly Delights.
I'm not acquainted with these parts.
I'm lost in this land and frightened.
To the north is the Village of Shy Glances.
My soul is closed to sweet pleasures.
To the east is the Grove of Tender Touching.
Rage, bitterness, and hate consume me.
To the west is the River of Sighs.
Oh, Cherubino, take me home. I am unworthy of paradise.
And south, past the arching willow...
...is the Temple of Love.
Come now my darling, come with me.
Come to the room I have made for thee.
Let us strew the bed with flowers.
There we will spend the hours.
Yes, yes, my darling I'll come with you.
Look at the green here in the glade.
Feel the mild breeze and the scent of wild thyme.
Hear the vixen's shrill cry and the lamb's complaint.
We're in the Garden of Earthly Delights.
To the north is the Village of Shy Glances.
My soul is closed to sweet pleasures.
To the east is the Grove of Tender Touching.
Rage, bitterness, and hate consume me.
To the west is the River of Sighs.
Oh Beaumarchais, let me be!
I am unworthy of paradise.
And south, past the arching willow...
...is the Temple of Love.
The birds are hushed.
Your cheeks are flushed.
The earth is sweet and soft...
...cool and safe.
There we will spend the hours.
Yes, yes, my darling, I'll come with thee.
Come to the room that is made for me.
Let us strew the bed with flowers.
There we will spend the hours.