"What use are millions?
What use is a proud destiny?
What use is a life on the throne?
Oh, love, only love is happiness!"
Mathilde cries, but she soon composes herself:
"My love," she calls, "I must repay you,
with one of the most beautiful songs
that we sing in the forests of Vienna!"
And now they both sing in a round,
- It'll be, you see, most likely an operetta: -
"Bubi, Schatzi,
Süsses Fratzi,
Kleiner Schelm und Herzensdieb!
Herz'ges Schnucker!
Zeig' die Guckerl,
God, oh God, how great is love!"
(So, I've chosen not to translate this song. It's basically a bunch of cute pet names.)
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