Gérard Lesne (countertenor) & Jacob Heringman (lute) - John Dowland – Flow my teares // Second Booke of Songes, 1600 | Текст песни

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• Gérard Lesne (countertenor) & Jacob Heringman (lute)
• John Dowland – Flow my teares // Second Booke of Songes, 1600

Flow my teares fall from your springs,
Exiled for ever: Let mee mourne
where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings,
There let mee live forlorne.

Downe vaine lights, shine you no more,
No nights are dark enough for those
that in despaire their lost fortunes deplore,
Light doth but shame disclose,

Never may my woes be relieved,
since pittie is fled,
And teares, and sighes, and grones my wearie dayes,
Of all joys have deprived.

From the highest spire of contentment
my fortune is throwne,
And feare, and griefe, and paine for my deserts,
Are my hopes since hope is gone.

Harke you shadowes that in darcknesse dwell,
Learn to contemne light,
Happie, happie they that in hell
feele not the worlds despite.

(John Dowland)