Macduff - Act IV: 26. Ah, la paterna mano | Текст песни

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• Act IV: 26. Ah, la paterna mano

Alas, a father's hand was not there
to shield you, my dear ones,
from the treacherous assassins
who put you to death.
And in vain you called on me,
a fugitive, in hiding,
with your last gasp,
with your last breath.
Lord, bring me face to face
with this tyrant, and if he escapes me
let your merciful arms
open to him.

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