Carmina burana Page #2
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- 1975
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they want to do without a man
all, all, all
all summer long.
Ah! Sla!
Come, come, my love,
I long for you,
I long for you,
come, come, my love.
Sweet rose-red lips,
come and make me better,
come and make me better,
sweet rose-red lips.
Those who go round and round
Those who go round and round
are all maidens,
are all maidens,
they want to do without a man
they want to do without a man
all, all, all,
all summer long.
Ah! Sla!
If all the world were mine
from the sea to the Rhine,
if the Queen of England
of England
would lie...
in my arms.
Hey!
Burning inside with violent anger,
bitterly I speak to my heart:
created from matter,
of the ashes of the elements,
lam like a leaf
played with by the winds.
If it is the way of the wise man
to build foundations on stone, then
lam a fool, like a flowing stream,
which in its course never changes.
I am carried along
like a ship without a steersman,
and in the paths of the air
like a light, hovering bird;
chains cannot hold me,
I look for people like me
and join the wretches.
The heaviness of my heart
seems a burden to me;
it is pleasant to joke
and sweeter than honeycomb;
whatever Venus commands
is a sweet duty,
she never dwells
in a lazy heart.
as is the way of youth,
I give myself to vice,
unmindful of virtue,
I am eager for
the pleasures of the flesh
more than for salvation,
my soul is dead,
so I shall look after the flesh.
Once
I lived on lakes,
once
I looked beautiful
when a swan
i
Was.
Misery me! Misery me!
Now black
and roasting fiercely!
on the spit;
lam burning
fiercely on the pyre:
Misery me! Misery me!
Now black
and roasting fiercely!
Now on a plate
I lie.
And cannot fly anymore,
bared teeth
I see:
Misery me! Misery me!
Now black
and roasting fiercely!
N---
N---
I am the abbot, the abbot,
The abbot of Cockaigne
and my assembly is one of drinkers,
and I wish to be
in the order of Decius,
at the tavern in the morning,
after Vespers he will leave naked,
and thus stripped of his clothes
thus stripped of his clothes
he will call out:
Woe!
Woe!
Woe!
Woe!
What have you done, vilest Fate?
Woe! Woe! Woe!
The joys of my life
you have taken all away!
Woe! Woe! Woe!
Haha!
When we are in the tavern, we do
not think how we will go to dust,
but we hurry to gamble,
What happens in the tavern,
where money is host,
you may well ask,
and hear what I say.
You may well ask,
and hear what I say.
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