Henry Purcell - Music for a while | Текст песни

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Music, music for a while
shall all your cares beguile,
shall all, all, all,
shall all, shall all,
shall all your cares beguile:
wond’ring, wond’ring
how your pains were eas’d, eas’d, eas’d
and disdaining to be pleas’d,
till Alecto free the dead,
till Alecto free the dead
from their eternal, eternal bands,
till the snakes drop,
drop, drop, drop, drop,
drop, drop, drop, drop
from her head,
and the whip,
and the whip from out her hands.
Music, music for a while
shall all your cares beguile,
shall all, all, all,
shall all, all all,
shall all your cares beguile,
all, all, all, all,
all, all, all, all,
shall all your cares beguile.

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