L'ame Immortelle - Elegy | Текст песни

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• L'ame Immortelle
• Elegy

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares,
And all my good is but vain hope of gain.

The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.

My tale was heard and yet it was not told,
My fruit is fallen and yet my leaves are green;
My youth is spent and yet I am not old,
I saw the world and yet I was not seen.

The day is past, and yet I saw no sun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.

I sought my death and found it in my womb,
I looked for life and saw it was a shade;
I trod the earth and knew it was my tomb,
And now I die, and now I was but made.

My thread is cut and yet it is not spun,
And now I live, and now my life is done.
My glasses full, and now my glasses run,
And now I live, and now my life is done.