Текст (слова) песни: Theatre Of Tragedy - Sweet Art Thou
Stay still patient; wilt thou my sister of merciful troth be? I shall attempt the halter of thy life make less lighten`d!
I shall climb the yew, Will it subdue me or not!
Swooning emotions smite my bosom - I have in aptness depriev`d thy eyrie Oh! - but ne`er alas; Fro many another a lass - Lodge here fore`ermore. Dodge thither sable of yore!
A narrow dell hath now for me turn`d into a broad land; A land rich with fields of the Simbelmyne.
Sonorous to my ears are the words form`d by thy tongue; Conquer me! - Waylay me! - Swathe me `twixt thy arms! Make me sense the wine which is drunk by queens, And let it flow white and full in tast o`er my lips.
Make me sense the wine which is drunk by kings, And let it flow red and full in taste o`er my lips.
A dais`d bridge o`er the ghyll, In which a river bottomless - I would have drowned, Yet thou drewest me out soaking!
Save thou art not yet all parched - Eavesdroppest ye: A wee drop, I can hear it! - I can feel it! Whence it comes I can only deem, Yet I will not tarry idly! Lest this for me is a gay dream: Let it adamant be - A dream that will sojourn eternally - Empty the flagon in me! In which theatre I will act!
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