(Giacomo Puccini - MADAMA BUTTERFLY)
Goodbye, flowery asylum
of joy and love!
Always your gentle countenance
with atrocious torment I will see
Goodbye , flowery asil,
I cannot stand your squallor.
Ah, I cannot bear your squallor.
I flee, I flee, ah, I am vile!
Goodbye, I cannot bear your squalor ,
Ah! I am vile,