Nino Rota / Romeo & Juliet - The Feast At The Capulets | Текст песни

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• Nino Rota / Romeo & Juliet
• The Feast At The Capulets

I fear, too early, for my mind misgives some consequence, yet hanging in the stars, shall bitterly begin his fearful date with this night's revels, and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast, by some vile forfeit of untimely death. But He that hath the steerage of my course direct my sail.

Oh, she doth teach the torches to burn bright. It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night. As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear; beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear. So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows, as yonder lady o'er her fellows shows. Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight, for I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

What is a youth? Impetuous fire.
What is a maid? Ice and desire.
The world wags on.

A rose will bloom
It then will fade
So does a youth.
So do-o-o-oes the fairest maid.

Comes a time when one sweet smile
Has its season for a while...Then love's in love with me.
Some they think only to marry, Others will tease and tarry,
Mine is the very best parry. Cupid he rules us all.
Caper the cape, but sing me the song,
Death will come soon to hush us along.
Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall.
Love is a task and it never will pall.
Sweeter than honey...and bitter as gall
Cupid he rules us all.

Romeo: If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: my lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth the rough touch with a gentle kiss. (He attempts to kiss her hand)
Juliet: Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this; for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss. (They place their palms together)
Romeo: Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?
Juliet: Ay, pilgrim, lips are things to use in prayer. (She demurely turns away)
Romeo: Oh...O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do; they pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. (They interlock their hands)
Juliet: Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake.
Romeo: Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take. Thus from my lips by thine, my sin is purged. (They kiss)
Juliet: Then have my lips the sin that they have took?
Romeo: Sin from my lips! O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again. (They kiss again and Juliet sighs)