Purcell - Nancy Argenta - From rosy bow'rs (Из жилища роз...) | Текст песни

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Из жилища роз...
From rosy bow'rs where sleeps the god of love
Hither ye little waiting Cupids, fly!
Teach me in soft melodious songs to move
with tender passion my heart's darling joy
Ah, let the soul of music tune my voice
To win dear Strephon, who my soul enjoys.

Or if more influencing is to be brisk and airy
with a step, and a bound, and a frisk from the ground
I will trip like any fairy
As once on Ida dancing were three celestial bodies
with an air, and a grace, and a shape, and a face,
let me charm like beauty's goddess.

Ah, 'tis in vain! 'Tis all in vain.
Death and despair must end the fatal pain.
Cold despair disguis'd like snow and rain falls on my breast.
Bleak winds in tempests blow
My veins all shiver and my fingers glow
My pulse beats a dead march for lost repose
And to a solid lump of ice my poor, fond heart is froze.

Or say ye pow'rs my peace to crown
Shall I thaw myself or drown?
Amongst the foaming billows increasing all with tears I shed
On beds of ooze and crystal pillows lay down my lovesick head
No! I'll straight run mad that soon my heart shall warm
When once the sense is fled love has no pow'r to charm.
Wild through the woods I'll fly
Robes, locks shall thus be tore
A thousand deaths I'll die ere thus in vain adore.

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