B.Britten - The Old Lute (Sir Peter Pears, Julian Bream) | Текст песни

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• B.Britten
• The Old Lute (Sir Peter Pears, Julian Bream)

Of cord and cassia-wood is the lute compounded;
Within it lie ancient melodies.
Ancient melodies weak and savourless,
Not appealing to present men's taste.
Light and colour are faded from the jade stops;
Dust has covered the rose-red strings.
Decay and ruin came to it long ago,
But the sound that is left is still cold and clear.
I do not refuse to play it, if you want me to;
But even if I play people will not listen.
How did it come to be neglected so?
Because of the Ch'iang flute and the zithern of Ch'in!