Come closer girl

Now then what is it you want

Don't you know me

Should I

I am aldonza

I'm sorry I do not recall anyone of that name

Please my Lord

Why did you say my Lord

I am not a Lord

You are my Lord don quixote

Don quixote

You must forgive me I have been ill

I'm confused by shadows it is possible I knew you once

But I do not remember

Please try to remember

Is it so important

Everything

My whole life you spoke to me and everything was different

I spoke to you

And you looked at me

And you called me by another name

Dulcinea dulcinea

Once you found a girl

And called her dulcinea

When you spoke the name

An angel seemed to whisper

Dulcinea dulcinea

Dulcinea dulcinea

Won't you please bring back

The dream of dulcinea

Won't you bring me back

The bright and shining glory

Of dulcinea dulcinea

Then perhaps it was not a dream

You spoke of a dream and about the quest

Quest

How you must fight and it doesn't matter

Whether you win or lose if only

You follow the quest

The words tell me the words

To dream the impossible dream

But they're your own words

To fight the unbeatable foe

Don't you remember

To bear with unbearable sorrow

You must remember

To run where the brave dare not go

To right the unrightable wrong

Yes

To love pure and chaste from afar

Yes

To try when your arms are too weary

To reach the unreachable star

Thank you my Lord

But this is not seemly my lady

On thy knees to me

Oh my Lord you are not well

Not well what is sickness

To the body of a knight errant

What matter wounds for each

Time he falls he shall rise

Again and woe to the wicked sancho

Here your grace

My armor my sword

More misadventures

Adventures old friend

Oh the trumpets of glory

Now call me to ride

Yes the trumpets are calling to me

And wherever I ride

Ever staunch at my side

My squire and my lady shall be

I am I don quixote

The Lord of la mancha

My our destiny calls and I we go

And the wild winds of fortune

Will carry me us onward

Oh whithersoever

My Lord

Master

Whithersoever they blow

Onward to glory aah I go

De profundis clamo ad te

Domine domine

Audi vocem meam

Fiant aures

He is dead my master is dead

Ad vocem

A man died he seemed a good man

But I did not know him

Si delictorum but

Don quixote is not dead believe

Sancho believe

Aldonza

Aldonza

My name is dulcinea

Domine domine quis sustinebit