Count Capulet:
Father and daughter.
Flower of love!
God, bless that moment!
While she is still a child,
And she needs my love.

Father and daughter:
We are “Yes” and “No”.
Father and daughter:
Question and answer,
How to guard, to save, to help,
My spirit and flesh -
My own daughter?
My own daughter.

And day will come,
She will flush
From my knees,
And will be taken prisoner
Of guileful charms
Of other men,
Where everyone is thief
And son of a bitch.
My nightmare,
My bad dream!

My daughter becomes adult and I grow older.
And night has become longer than day!
Who am I to change earthy law,
Where there is no me, there is only he,
She and he!

So, maybe, I’m nevertheless wrong,
It`s time to abase my proud temper,
And to wait my deadly hour with sorrow.
Daughter will become a mother,
And a part of us
Will sprout in her
With another flower-
We will complete the constant flow of life.
But my angel!
My love!

I can not abase myself!
To give my child away to an enemy!
And let one hundred thousands times be cursed that,
Who will pick my flower for fun.
Only one passion controls me:
Not let to steal my earthy paradise,
Not let to steal my daughter, my angel.

Father and daughter,
My love,
Daughter, my angel,
You are a part of me!
Only one passion controls me,
Not let to steal my earthy paradise!
Father and daughter.
Father and daughter.