Henry Purcell - Dido and Aeneas - Thy Hand, Belinda | Текст песни

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• Henry Purcell - Dido and Aeneas
• Thy Hand, Belinda

DIDO
[Cupids appear in the clouds o're her tomb]
Thy hand, Belinda, darkness shades me,
On thy bosom let me rest,
More I would, but Death invades me;
Death is now a welcome guest.
When I am laid in earth, May my wrongs create
No trouble in thy breast;
Remember me, but ah! forget my fate.