Son essant'anni o vecchio

English Libretto or Translation:

GÉRARD
I am sixty years old, or old, whom you serve!
To your protests, arrogant gentlemen
you lavished loyalty, sweat,
the strength of your nerves,
your soul, your mind,
and almost your life was not enough
to make it endless eternally
the horrendous suffering,
you gave the existence of your children.
You have given up servants!
dries the tears then returns to look proudly around the big greenhouse
Hate, golden house!
The image is of a powdered and vain world!

Blessed dami in silk and lace,
hurry up, accelerate
the gavotte gioconde and the minuets!
Fixed is your fate!
Graceful and realy,
son of servants, and servant,
here, judge in livery,
I cry out to you: It's time for death!