Carmina burana Page #4

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my lover does not come.

My lover, my lover,

my lover does not come.

Not, not, not...

Your eyes shine

like the rays of the sun,

like the flashing of lightning

which brightens the darkness.

Ah!

Mandaliet, mandaliet,

my lover does not come.

Mandaliet, mandaliet,

my lover does not come.

My lover, my lover,

my lover does not come.

Not, not, not...

May God grant, may the gods grant

what I have in mind:

that I may loose

the chains of her virginity.

Ah!

Mandaliet, mandaliet,

my lover does not come.

Mandaliet, mandaliet,

my lover does not come.

My lover, my lover,

my lover does not come.

Not, not, not...

If a boy with a girl

tarries in a little room,

happy is their coupling.

If a boy with a girl

tarries in a little room,

happy is their coupling.

Love rises up,

and between them

Love rises up,

and between them

prudery is driven away,

an ineffable game begins

in their limbs, arms and lips.

If a boy with a girl

tarries in a little room,

happy is their coupling.

Come, come, O come,

Come, come, O come,

Come, come, O come,

Come, come, O come,

ne me mori, ne me mori

ne me mori facias,

do not let me die,

hyrca, hyrce, hyrca, hyrce,

nazaza, trillirivos!

Beautiful is your face, nazaza!

the gleam of your eye, nazaza!

Your braided hair, nazaza!

what a glorious creature! nazaza!

Redder than the rose, nazaza!

whiter than the lily, nazaza!

Lovelier than all others, nazaza!

I shall always

glory in you!

nazaza! nazaza! nazaza!...

In the wavering balance

of my feelings

set

against each other

lascivious

love

and modesty.

But I choose

what I see,

and submit my neck

to the yoke;

I yield to the

sweet,

sweet yoke.

This is the joyful time,

O, O, O maidens, O maidens,

rejoice with them,

young men! young men!

Oh! Oh! Oh!

lam bursting out all over!

I am burning all over

with first love!

New, new love is what I am dying

of! What I am dying of!...

I am heartened

by my promise, by my promise,

I am downcast

by my refusal, by my refusal

Oh! Oh! Oh!

lam bursting out all over!

I am burning all over

with first love!

New, new love is what I am dying

of! What I am dying of!...

In the winter

man is patient, man is patient,

the breath of spring

makes him lust, makes him lust.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

lam bursting out all over!

I am burning all over

with first love!

New, new love is what I am dying

of! What I am dying of!...

My virginity

makes me frisky, makes me frisky,

my simplicity

holds me back, holds me back.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

lam bursting out all over!

I am burning all over

with first love!

New, new love is what I am dying

of! What I am dying of!...

Come, my mistress,

with, with, with joy, with joy,

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