Henry Purcell - King Arthur Z 628 - Act III: Prelude while the Cold Genius rises (what power art thou) | Текст песни

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• King Arthur Z 628 - Act III: Prelude while the Cold Genius rises (what power art thou)

What power art Thou,
Who from below,
Hast made me rise,
Unwillingly and slow,
From beds of everlasting snow!

See'st Thou not how stiff,
how stiff,
And wondrous old,
Far unfit to bear the bitter cold.


I can scarcely move,
Or draw my breath,
I can scarcely move,
Or draw my breath.

Let me, let me, let me,
Freeze again...
Let me, let me,
Freeze again to death!
Let me, let me, let me,
Freeze again to death!

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