Please, try to remember
You looked at me, and you called me by another name
Dulcinea, Dulcinea
Once you've 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, perhaps it was not a dream
You spoke of a dream, and about the quest
The quest... the words, tell me... tell me the words
To dream the impossible dream
But they are 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?
My lord, you're not well!
Not well? What is illness 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
Our destiny calls and we go
And the wild winds of fortune shall carry us onward
Oh...
My Lord! Master!
Whithersoever they blow
Onward to glory... uugh! I... go...
My Lord!
De profundis clamavi ad te
Domine, Domine
Audi vocem meam
Domine, Domine
Quis sustinebit?