When walking alone on the streets,
People stop and stare
And examine my beauty
From head to toe...
And then I savor the cravings
which from their eyes transpires
And from the obvious charms they perceive
The hidden beauties.
So the scent of desire is all around me,
It makes me happy!
And you who know, who remembers and yearns,
You shrink from me?
I know why this is:
You do not want to tell me of your anguish,
But you feel like dying!
Musetta's Aria from Puccini's Opera, La Boheme