Grigoriy Losenkov - Since from my dear Astrea's sight (Henry Purcell) | Текст песни

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• Since from my dear Astrea's sight (Henry Purcell)

Since from my dear, my dear, my dear
Since from my dear, my dear, my dear
My dear, my dear Astrea’s sight
I was so rudely torn
My soul has never, never, never
Has never, never, never known delight
Unless it were to mourn
To mourn, unless, unless it were to mourn
But oh! alas, alas, with weeping eyes,
And bleeding, bleeding, bleeding heart i lie
Thinking of her, of her whose absence ‘tis
That makes me wish to die, die, die,
Makes me, makes me wish to die, die, die