Claudin de Sermisy"Ars Antiqua De Paris" - D`ou vient cela | Текст песни

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• Claudin de Sermisy"Ars Antiqua De Paris"
• D`ou vient cela

D'où vient cela, belle, je vous supply,
que plus à moy ne vous me recommandez,
tousjours seray de tristesse remply,
jusques à tant qu'au vray le me mandez,
tousjours je croy que plus d'amy ne demandez
ou mauvais bruit de moy on vous revelle
ou vostre coeur a fait amour nouvelle.

From where comes this,
Beauty, I beg of you,
That you no longer do relate to me?
Ever shall I be filled up with sadness
Until you should send me but a sign.
I believe you no longer want a friend,
Or someone has spoken ill of me to you,
Or your heart has now taken up a new love.

[If you do quit the pretty train of love,
You do but make your beauty a prisoner.
If you’ve forgotten due to someone else,
May God then grant to you your dearest wish;
But if you think badly of me at all
I want only that you be as sweet to me,
Or even more, as you are being stubborn.]