"May I?" Prologue to Ruggero Leoncavallo's opera I Pagliacci .
| May I? You can? | May I? May I? |
| Lord! Gentlemen! | Ladies! Gentlemen! |
| Excuse me if I come from sol. | Forgive me if I present myself alone. |
| I am the Prologue: | I am the Prologue: |
| Because even the ancient masks on the stage makes the author, | Since the author again puts the ancient oz masks on stage, |
| in hand and wants to resume the old customs, | he wishes to resume the old customs in part, |
| and you send me again. | and he sends me to you anew. |
| But to tell you as before: | But not to tell you, as formerly: |
| "The tears that we strew are false! | " The tears we shed Which are false! |
| Of pangs and de 'Our suffering may not be alarmed! "No! | Do not be alarmed at Our agony and suffering!" No! |
| The author has instead tried to paint a glimpse of life. The author has | INSTEAD Sought to paint a piece of life for you. He |
| for maximum sun that the artist is a man | He has for His maxim That the artist is only human |
| and for men and write properly. | and he ought to write for human beings. |
| And the truth ispiravasi. | And he Took His inspiration from the truth. |
| A nest of memories at the bottom of the soul was singing one day, | A nest of memories Was singing one day in the depths of His soul, |
| and with real tears and wrote, and he | wrote with real tears, and sobs |
| time to beat! | and His sobs beat time for him! |
| So, you'll love so love each other as human beings; | Well then, you will see Human Beings As They love loving; |
| see de 'hatred of the sad results. | you will see the fruits of hatred grim. |
| the pangs of grief, you hear screams of rage and cynical laughter! | You will hear the pangs of grief, cries of fury, laughter and ironic! |
| And you, rather than our poor gabbana of actors, | And you, Rather Than Our poor costumes as Actors, |
| the nostr'anime considered | ConsiderOur Souls, |
| as we are men of flesh and blood, | since we are men of flesh and blood, and that |
| quest'orfano world of the spirit through the air like you! | and That We breathe the air of this world orphan just like you! |
| The concept I told you. . . | I have told you the concept. . . |
| Or listen as he has done. | Now listen to how it unfolds. |
| Come on! Start! | Let's go! Begin! |
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