Tosca by Puccini is my favourite opera. In this scene the hero, Cavaradossi, sings of his lover, Tosca, as he awaits his execution.
How the stars used to shine there,
How sweet the earth smelled,
The orchard gate would creak,
And a footstep would lightly crease the sand.
She’d come in, fragrant as a flower,
And she’d fall into my arms.
Oh! sweet kisses, oh! lingering caresses,
Trembling, I’d slowly uncover her dazzling beauty.
Now, my dream of love has vanished forever.
My last hour has flown, and I die, hopeless!
And never have I loved life more!
Many tenors have attempted a cover of this beautiful aria. But for me, this version by French-Italian Roberto Alagna is one of the very best. Sumblime.