Olim lacus colueram

автор:

Carl Orff

жанры: opera
альбомы: Carmina Burana

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Olim lacus colueram,................Once I lived on lakes,
olim pulcher extiteram,............ once I looked beautiful
dum cignus ego fueram...............when I was a swan.


(Male chorus)
Miser, miser!...................... Misery me!
modo niger..........................Now black
et ustus fortiter!..................and roasting fiercely!


(Tenor)
Girat, regirat garcifer;............The servant is turning me on the spit;
me rogus urit fortiter;............ I am burning fiercely on the pyre:
propinat me nunc dapifer,.......... the steward now serves me up.


(Male Chorus)
Miser, miser!...................... Misery me!
modo niger..........................Now black
et ustus fortiter!..................and roasting fiercely!


(Tenor)
Nunc in scutella iaceo,............ Now I lie on a plate,
et volitare nequeo..................and cannot fly anymore,
dentes frendentes video:............I see bared teeth:


(Male Chorus)
Miser, miser!...................... Misery me!
modo niger..........................Now black
et ustus fortiter!..................and roasting fiercely!

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Это интересно:

A swansong, precisely so called.

OLIM LACUS COLUERAM (рус."Когда то жил я в озере…"; Известна также под названием «Песнь жареного лебедя», так как повествование в этом номере ведётся от лица лебедя, пока его готовят и подают на стол)

Olim lacus colueram,
olim pulcher exstiteram,
dum cygnus ego fueram.
Miser, miser!
modo niger
et ustus fortiter!

Girat, regirat garcifer;
me rogus urit fortiter;
propinat me nunc dapifer.
Miser, miser!
modo niger
et ustus fortiter!

Nunc in scutella iaceo,
et volitare nequeo;
dentes frendentes video.
Miser, miser!
modo niger
et ustus fortiter!

Once I had dwelt on lakes, once I had been beautiful, when I was a swan. Poor wretch! Now black and well roasted!

The cook turns me back and forth; I am roasted to a turn on my pyre; now the waiter serves me. Poor wretch! Now black and well roasted!

Now I lie on the dish, and I cannot fly; I see the gnashing teeth. Poor wretch! Now black and well roasted!

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