Purcell - instrumental - Music for a while
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Music for a while
Shall all your cares beguile:
Wond'ring how your pains were eas'd
And disdaining to be pleas'd
Till Alecto free the dead
From their eternal bands,
Till the snakes drop from her head,
And the whip from out her hands.
перевод - Н.Зингер
Music for a while
"Хоть ненадолго музыка вас отвлечет от всех забот,
Дивясь, как наступает облегченье,
И презирая угожденье,
Пока Аллекто мертвых не спасет
От вечных пут,
И аспиды с главы ее не уползут,
И бич из рук ее не упадет.
На время музыка вас отвлечет от всех забот."
Shall all your cares beguile:
Wond'ring how your pains were eas'd
And disdaining to be pleas'd
Till Alecto free the dead
From their eternal bands,
Till the snakes drop from her head,
And the whip from out her hands.
перевод - Н.Зингер
Music for a while
"Хоть ненадолго музыка вас отвлечет от всех забот,
Дивясь, как наступает облегченье,
И презирая угожденье,
Пока Аллекто мертвых не спасет
От вечных пут,
И аспиды с главы ее не уползут,
И бич из рук ее не упадет.
На время музыка вас отвлечет от всех забот."
Music for a While
Shall All Your Cares Beguile:
Wond'Ring How You Pains Were Eas'd
And disdaining to be pleas'd
Till Alexto Free the Dead
From Their Eternal Bands,
Till The Snakes Drop from Her Head,
And the Whip from Out Her Hands.
Translation - N. Zinger
Music for a While
"At least for a short time, music will distract you from all worries,
Marveling, how relief comes,
And despising the pleopy,
Until Allekto the dead will save
From eternal bonds,
And the aspids from the chapter will not crawl,
And the scourge will not fall from her hands.
For a while, music will distract you from all worries. "
Shall All Your Cares Beguile:
Wond'Ring How You Pains Were Eas'd
And disdaining to be pleas'd
Till Alexto Free the Dead
From Their Eternal Bands,
Till The Snakes Drop from Her Head,
And the Whip from Out Her Hands.
Translation - N. Zinger
Music for a While
"At least for a short time, music will distract you from all worries,
Marveling, how relief comes,
And despising the pleopy,
Until Allekto the dead will save
From eternal bonds,
And the aspids from the chapter will not crawl,
And the scourge will not fall from her hands.
For a while, music will distract you from all worries. "