Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Histrionia , by - Ataraxia. Song from the album Historiae, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 29.06.2015
Record label: ARK
Song language: English
Histrionia |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai |
| Oh bel messere vi rimirate invano |
| Nello specchio mentitore delle vanita |
| Il vostro bel viso pallido e diafano |
| Domani, sol domani il vaiolo sfigurato avra |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai |
| Oh dolce madonna, padrona di virtu |
| Da chiunque amata e riverita a volonta |
| Ogni vostro onere ed ogni vostro onore |
| Morendo di parto vi porterete nell’al di la Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai |
| Oh nobil signore dalla viril prestanza |
| Oggi fate il computo delle vostre proprieta |
| Castelli, terre, uomini che oggi possedete |
| Domani a ferro e fuoco il nemico mettera |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai |
| Leggiadra giovinetta affacciata sulla vita |
| Danzate arie amene e ricevete il baciaman |
| Sguardi furtivi ed attesi amori dimenticate |
| Poiche domani in convento vostro padre vi menera |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai |
| Io che son giullare e nulla possiedo |
| Ne terre, ne virtu, ne bellezza e castita |
| Oggi sono vostro umil servitore |
| Domani servitore di chi vi rovinera |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi |
| Io sono il giullar non temo nemico ne maesta |
| Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi |
| Io sono il giullar non temo nemico ne maesta |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you’ll cry. |
| Oh fine Sir who admire yourself in vain |
| In the lying mirror of vanities |
| Your gentle pale and diaphanous face |
| Tomorrow only tomorrow the smallpox disfigured will have. |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you’ll cry. |
| Oh gentle Lady owner of virtue |
| By anyone loved and revered as much as you please |
| Each onus and honour of yours |
| Dying in chilbirth you’ll take with you in the next world. |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you’ll cry. |
| Oh noble Lord with a mainly air |
| Today you’re making the counting of your own properties |
| Castles, lands, men that today are yours |
| Tomorrow your enemies will put to fire and sword. |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you’ll cry. |
| Lovely girl facing life |
| You dance plaisant airs and receive the hand-kissing |
| Furtive glances and awaited loves forget |
| 'cause tomorrow your father will make you become a nun. |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you’ll cry. |
| Me who I am jester and nothing I own |
| Neither lands nor virtue or beauty or chastity |
| Today I am your humble servant |
| Tomorrow I’ll be servant of whom will ruin you. |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh |
| I am the jester I don’t fear neither enemy or majesty, |
| Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh |
| I am the jester I don’t fear neither enemy or majesty. |