*альбомно, быть может, потом. Тем более не все подряд "заслуживает"*
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Anuna Media vita
Riu Riu
Mediaeval Baebes My lady sleeps
lyrics:
Stars of the summer night Far in yon azure deep, Hide, hide your golden light She sleeps my lady sleeps
Moon of the summer night Far down yon western steeps Sink, sink in silver light, She sleeps my lady sleeps
Wind of the summer night Where yonder woodbine creeps Fold, fold thy pinions light She sleeps my lady sleeps
Dreams of the summer night Tell her, her lover keeps Watch, while in slumber's light She sleeps my lady sleeps
*** Kinderly
lyrics:
Kinderly is now my coming into this world with teres and cry litel and povere is my having britel and sone I falle from hit sharpe and strong is my deying I ne woth whinder schal I foul and stinkande is my roting on me, Jhesun you have mercy!
Translation (to modern english) My arrival here is natural Into this world with tears and crying; What I have is not much, and poor at that, Frail and too quickly I have fallen from on high, My death is sharp and severe, I do not know where I am going, foul and stinking I rot, O, Jesus have mercy on me!
*** Till a the seas gang dry
lyrics:
my luve is like a red red rose that's newly sprung in june my luve is like the melodie that's sweetly played in tune
till a' the seas gang dry my dear and rocks melt wi' the sun and i will luve thee still my dear while sands o' life shall run
as fair art thou my bonie lass so deep in luve am i and i will luve thee still my dear till a' the seas gang dry
and fare thee weel my only luve and fare thee weel awhile and i will come again my luve though it were ten thousand mile
till a' the seas gang dry my luve till a' the seas gang dry till a' the seas gang dry my luve till a' the seas gang dry
*** Undrentide
lyrics:
Befell so in the comessing of May, When mirry and hot is the day Oway beth winter shours And every feld is full of flours And blosme breme on evry bough Overall wexeth mirry anough, This ich quene Dame Heurodis Took two maidens of pris And went in an undrentide To play by an orchard side, To see the floures sprede and spring To here the fowles sing. They set hem down all three Under a faire impe-tree, And wel sone this faire quene Fell on slepe opon the grene.
The maidens durst hir nought awake Bot lete hir ligge and rest take. she slepe till after none, That undrentide was all ydone Ac as sone (as) she gan awake She cried and lothly bere gan make; She froted hir honden and hir feet And cracched hir visage, it blede weet; Hir riche robe hie all to-rett And was reveyd out of hir wit.
The two maidens hir beside No durst with hir no leng abide Bot urn to the palais full right And tolde bothe squier and knight That her quene awede wold, And bad hem go and hir athold. Knightes urn and levedis also, Damisels sexty and mo. In they orchard to the quene hie come And hir up in her armes nome And brought hir to bed atte last And held hir there fine fast Ac ever she held in o cry And wolde up and owy.
Modern translation: It happened like this in early May, When balmy and temperate is the day, And winter showers have gone away, And every field is full of flowers, And every branch is bright with blossom, And everything is growing merrily, This same queen, Dame Heurodis Took two virgins - highly prized - And all went together in the noontide To play and sport by an orchard's side; To see the flowers unfurl, and spring Forth from the earth, and to hear the birds sing. They sat them down, all three, Under a grafted fairy-tree, And soon the lovely Queen Fell asleep upon the green.
To wake her up, the maidens dared not do. They let her lie and take her rest And so she slept til noontide passed - Until that midday was over at last. But as soon as she started awake She cried aloud with a hateful wailing Wringing her hands, and her feet And clawing her face until it was wet with blood; She tore her rich robe into shreds And was driven out of her mind in grieving.
Her two attendant virgins Dared not stay longer at her side, But they raced to the palace And told the knights and squires That the Queen was on the brink of madness, And told them to go and restrain her. The knights, and the ladies too, And the damsels (sixty or more) ran to the Queen. They reached her, at the orchard, And took her up in their arms. They bore her to her bed And bound her tightly there - But she kept on crying out the same thing, That she wanted to be up and away.
*** Isabella
lyrics:
Io Isabella danzando ne prati Verdi della primavera Girando e girando, cascando e cascando Nel mondo delle elfi sognando Mi prendono la mano, mi portano lontano Mi prendono la mano, mi portano lontano