Lyrics 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 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.
translation - N. Zinger
Music for a while
"Though the music will briefly distract you from all worries,
Marveling at how relief comes
And despising pleasing,
Until Alleco rescues the dead
From eternal fetters,
And asps from their head will not crawl,
And the scourge from her hands will not fall.
For the time being, music will distract you from all worries. "
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.
translation - N. Zinger
Music for a while
"Though the music will briefly distract you from all worries,
Marveling at how relief comes
And despising pleasing,
Until Alleco rescues the dead
From eternal fetters,
And asps from their head will not crawl,
And the scourge from her hands will not fall.
For the time being, music will distract you from all worries. "