As Grusha goes to flee the burning palace, she discovers the child of the Governor, left behind to die.
lyrics
As she was standing in between the courtyard and the gate
She heard,
Or thought she heard,
A Voice.
Calling out to her,
Not crying, but sensibly,
It seemed,
Or so it seemed to her,
To say,
Help me.
Dont you know that she who plugs her ears, ignoring
A cry for help will never hear
The whisper of her lover
Or the blackbird when it sings
Or the happy sigh at the Angelus?
Hearing this,
She went back to the child,
For one last look goodbye
Until somebody came along.
The danger was too great.
The city was in flames.
She had stayed already longer than she should.
Terrible is the temptation to do good!
She sat down with the child
Through evening
Til the dawn
Til morning when temptation grew too strong
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