Hanna Glawari :
This match should last at least a year
Quite 'à la mode', Paris
He’ll say, “Madam,” and she, “Monsieur”
Quite 'à la mode', Paris
 
We’re deep in love, I’m bound to say
Quite 'à la mode', Paris
But each will go his own sweet way
Quite 'à la mode', Paris
 
Oh, how splendid
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la
Dull days ended
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la
 
If this were not the way to go
I’d never marry, no, by no means
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
 
Choir :
Oh, how splendid
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la
Dull days ended
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la
If this were not the way to go
I’d never marry, no, by no means
No
 
Woman :
This marriage sounds distinctly gay
Hanna Glawari :
Quite 'à la mode', Paris
 
Woman :
The husband out, the wife away
Hanna Glawari :
Quite 'à la mode', Paris
Woman :
Delightfully irregular
Hanna Glawari :
Quite 'à la mode', Paris
 
Woman :
And soon you’ll be divorced
Hanna Glawari :
We are terribly oh, Paris
 
Both :
Oh, how splendid
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la
Dull days ended
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la
 
If this were not the way to go
I’d never marry, no, by no means
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
 
Choir :
Oh, how splendid
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la
Dull days ended
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la
If this were not the way to go
I’d never marry, no, by no means
No
 
Count Danilo :
Stop their dance
I’ve got to breathe
Calmly, calmly, this won’t do
This will never get me through
Gently, gently, come what may
‘Tis poise alone, can win the day
I wish, madam, to tell a story
 
Hanna Glawari :
You do ?
Then if there’s no offence
Say what you please
You’ve got your audience
And I’m listening
 
Count Danilo :
Listen carefully
There once were two royal children
I’ve heard they were lovers of old
But fate never joined them in wedlock
As sorrowful ballads have told
 
The prince, he was moody and silent
For reasons withheld in his heart
The lady this silence resented
Which kept them so strangely apart
 
‘Twas then that her highness, in anger,
Decided to cheat and betray
She turned in revenge to a scullion
And gave soul and body away
 
‘For shame,’ cried the prince, ‘You have wronged me,
‘Mistaken, unfeeling, and blind
‘You show by this deed you’re no better
‘Than all your false, feminine kind
 
‘But never imagine I’m grieving,’
He showed not a sign
‘Oh, treachery past my believing !’
These words were the prince’s, not mine
 
His fury than rose to its climax
‘Go, take him, you’ll quickly repent,’
And so, with this blessing, he left her
But cursed in his heart as he went
 
Hanna Glawari :
You’re going, count, but where ?
 
Count Danilo :
Where ?No one seems to want me hereI’m off to Chez MaximTo join the whirling streamWhen people asks what bliss isI simply answer, “This is !”Lolo, Dodo, Jou-jouClo-clo, Margot, Frou-frouBut when it comes to kissesGoodbye my fatherlandHanna Glawari :He left me alone  me aloneChoir :Oh, how splendid Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laDull days endedTra-la-la-la-la-la-laIf this were not the way to goI’d never marry, no, by no meansNo, no, no, no, no, no, no, noOh, how splendid Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laDull days endedTra-la-la-la-la-la-laIf this were not the way to goI’d never marry, no, by no meansNo
RETOUR
THE MERRY WIDOW
 
ACTE II
 
FINALE (This Match Should Last At Least A year)
 
June Bronhill ... Hanna Glawari
 
Jeremy Brett ... Count Danilo
>>>   FINALE ACTE II