`...Между тем Тереза вдруг бросила арию из `Риголетто` и запела старинную английскую песню Гайдна, так проникновенно говорящую о тоске и разлуке...` Эса ди Кейрош `Преступление падре Амаро`
MY mother bids me bind my hair
With bands of rosy hue,
Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare,
And lace my bodice blue.
‘For why,’ she cries, ‘sit still and weep,
While others dance and play?’
Alas! I scarce can go or creep
While Lubin is away.
’Tis sad to think the days are gone
When those we love were near;
I sit upon this mossy stone
And sigh when none can hear.
And while I spin my flaxen thread,
And sing my simple lay,
The village seems asleep or dead,
Now Lubin is away.
Гайдна, так проникновенно говорящую о тоске и разлуке...` Эса ди Кейрош `Преступление
падре Амаро`
MY mother bids me bind my hair
With bands of rosy hue,
Tie up my sleeves with ribbons rare,
And lace my bodice blue.
‘For why,’ she cries, ‘sit still and weep,
While others dance and play?’
Alas! I scarce can go or creep
While Lubin is away.
’Tis sad to think the days are gone
When those we love were near;
I sit upon this mossy stone
And sigh when none can hear.
And while I spin my flaxen thread,
And sing my simple lay,
The village seems asleep or dead,
Now Lubin is away.