Anna Netrebko - Flower maiden in parsifal

Come, come, handsome boy. Come, come! I shall be your flower. All our tender care is for your delight and bliss. How sweet you smell! Are you flowers, then? The garden's pride... ...and perfumed essence. Our master picks us in springtime. We grow here... ...in summer and sunlight... ...to bloom for your delight. Now be friendly and kind! Do not begrudge the flowers their due! If you cannot love and cherish us, we shall wither... ...and perish... ...and be no more. Take me unto your ***. Let me cool your brow. Let me caress your cheek. Let me kiss your lips. No! I! I am the fairest. No! I am the fairest! No! I smell sweeter! No, I do! I do! You wild throng of lovely flowers, if I am to play with you, grant me some room! Why do you scold us? - Because you are quarreling. We are only quarreling over you. Be done, then! - Let him be. See, he favors me. Rather me! - No, me! Be done! You shall not catch me! Parsifal!