Текст песни Mustasch - Tritonus
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When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes I all alone be weep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate Wishing me like (to) one more rich in hope Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd Desiring this man's art and that man's scope With what I most enjoy contented least Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising Haply I think on thee, (and then my state Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate For thy sweet love) remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings Tired with all these, for restful death I cry As, to behold desert a beggar born And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity And purest faith unhappily forsworn And guilded honour shamefully misplaced And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted And right perfection wrongfully disgraced And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority And folly doctor-like controlling skill And simple truth miscall'd simplicity And captive good attending captain ill Tired with all these, from these would I be gone Save that, to die (I leave my love alone) Когда, впав в немилость у судьбы и в глазах людей, Я в полном одиночестве оплакиваю свое изгнание, И тревожу оглохшее небо своими бесполезными криками, И презираю себя, и проклинаю свою судьбу, Желая быть богатым, жить с надеждой, Представляя себя кем-то, у кого много друзей, Мечтая о таланте одного и возможностях другого, Тогда как мне самому дано так мало того, чего мне так хотелось бы... В подобных мыслях я заслуживаю презрения... Но, к счастью, я вспоминаю о тебе (и мое мироощущение, Подобно ласточке на рассвете, взлетает Прочь от бренной земли, поет гимны у врат рая, Этой сладостной любви). Воспоминания приносят столько радости, Что вскоре я презираю эту перемену моего состояния, что стало королевским... Устав от этого всего, я взываю к смерти, что подарит покой, Ведь, нищий рожден, чтобы созерцать пустыню, А ни в чем не нуждающийся купается в веселье, А чистейшая вера, к несчастью, лишь ложная клятва, А покрытая золотом честь неуместна, А девственное целомудрие грубо развращено, А совершенное превосходство ошибочно пало в немилость, А сила бессильна из-за безвольного правления, А искусству затыкают рот власти, А тупость, как врач, контролирует, мастерство, А простая истина по ошибке названа примитивностью, А плененное добро выхаживает больных вождей... Устал от этого всего, избавлюсь ли я от всего этого, Спасти то... Умереть... (Я оставляю свою любовь в одиночестве...) Смотрите также:
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When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes
I all alone be weep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate
Wishing me like (to) one more rich in hope
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope
With what I most enjoy contented least
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
Haply I think on thee, (and then my state
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate
For thy sweet love) remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings
Tired with all these, for restful death I cry
As, to behold desert a beggar born
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity
And purest faith unhappily forsworn
And guilded honour shamefully misplaced
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced
And strength by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority
And folly doctor-like controlling skill
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity
And captive good attending captain ill
Tired with all these, from these would I be gone
Save that, to die
(I leave my love alone)
When falling into disfavor with the destiny and in the eyes of the people ,
I'm all alone mourn his exile,
And troubling deaf heaven with their useless cries ,
And despise myself , and curse my fate ,
Wanting to be rich to live with hope ,
Presenting yourself someone who has a lot of friends
Dreaming of one 's talent and capabilities of the other,
While I myself given so little of what I wanted so much to ...
In these thoughts I deserve contempt ...
But, fortunately , I remember you ( and my attitude ,
Like swallow at dawn soars
Away from the mortal earth, sings hymns at the gates of heaven,
This sweet love) . Memories bring so much joy ,
That soon I despise this change my status , which was a royal ...
Tired of it all , I call upon the death that will bring peace
After all , a beggar born to contemplate the desert
And in no need of bathing in a fun ,
A pure faith , unfortunately, only a false oath
A gold plated honor is inappropriate ,
A virginal chastity grossly corrupted ,
A perfect superiority mistakenly fell into disfavor
A force is powerless because spineless government,
And art muzzle power
And stupidity, as a physician, controls , skill,
A simple truth mistakenly called primitive ,
A good captive chiefs nursed patients ...
Tired of it all, I 'll get rid of all this ,
Save it ... Die ...
( I leave my love alone ... )
