Testi Soundtracks :: M

Arnaud

And so, is that the story of your life?

How you abandoned your own wife

Martin

Bertrande

But now I know my choice is made

I'll go back home to Artigat

After seven years perhaps we can try again

But come along, my friend you must have some stories to tell me

(Arnaud laughs)

Though I've known you so long I don't know you at all

We have still never talked about you, about Arnaud du Thil

Arnaud

All the stories I tell, all what used to be true

For all that I've learned is how little I knew

But the years that we've fought, I've learned something from you

I've killed so many men, it's been my only way

To kill for a living is a high price to pay

When it's peace that I love at the end of the day

Here comes the morning

This is your morning

For when the day is done, you'll leave for a land that is free

And when you are gone, all I'll see...

Still more cold nights of waiting

Days all alone

Killing and hating

Martin

But still there's time for you to learn

Wherever there are dreams the fire of hope will burn, always waiting

Arnaud

How can I leave this?

This is my life now!

This is your morning!

Martin

Here comes the morning

Take all your chances

For when the day is done

The sun paints its last silhouette

Arnaud

With luck by the time that it sets

You'll be home

Arnaud

Is this my morning?

And when the day is done

The sun should not rise on regrets

Martin (overlapping with above)

A man should love before he dies

Every day the sun will rise

Both

With luck, by the time that it sets

(Martin throws Arnaud a pouch) You'll be home

(They embrace. Suddenly, Protestant soldiers appear)

Arnaud

The Protestants are attacking!

(They fight. Arnaud is about to be killed, but Martin comes

to help him and is stabbed. He falls to the ground. Arnaud

holds him in his arms.)

Martin

Tell Bertrande I'm...I'm sorry

(he becomes lifeless)

Arnaud

Martin? Martin! WHY?!!



(The Protestants attack again. Arnaud grabs his swords and runs off.)



(back in Artigat, Bertrande is sitting alone)

Bertrande

Martin, Martin the years that I've spent alone...

Where are you now?

Martin, Martin, I've prayed for the day

Our love will grow with the spring....

Damn you Martin, you're to blame

They need a child to bear your name!

You left me with the shame

I need you!

The love that they gave turns to hate

Must I wait?

I cannot spend my life looking back to the past

You must make me a wife or a widow at last....