Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tempus transit gelidum , by - Daniele Sepe. Song from the album Kronomakia, in the genre Европейская музыкаRelease date: 14.06.2012
Record label: Daniele Sepe
Song language: Latin
Tempus transit gelidum(original) |
| Tempus transit gelidum, |
| Mundus renovatur, |
| Verque redit floridum, |
| Forma rebus datur. |
| Avis modulatur, |
| Modulans letatur |
| Lucidior |
| Et lenior |
| Aer iam serenatur; |
| Iam florea, |
| Iam frondea |
| Silva comis densatur. |
| Ludunt super gramina |
| Virgines decore, |
| Quarum nova carmina |
| Dulci sonant ore. |
| Annuunt favore |
| Volucres canore, |
| Favet et odore |
| Tellus picta flore. |
| Cor igitur |
| Et cingitur |
| Et tangitur amore, |
| Virginibus |
| Et avibus |
| Strepentibus sonore. |
| Tendit modo retia |
| Puer pharetratus; |
| Cui deorum cuna |
| Prebet famulatus, |
| Cuius dominatus |
| Nimium est latus, |
| Per hunc triumphatus |
| Sum et sauciatus: |
| Pugnaveram |
| Et fueram |
| In primis reluctatus, |
| Sed iterum |
| Per puerum |
| Sum Veneri prostratus. |
| Unam, huius vulnere |
| Saucius, amavi, |
| Quam sub firmo federe |
| Michi copulavi. |
| Fidem, quam iuravi, |
| Numquam violavi; |
| Rei tam suavi |
| Totum me dicavi. |
| Quam dulcia |
| Sunt basia |
| Puelle! |
| iam gustavi: |
| Nec cinnamum |
| Et balsamum |
| Esset tam dulce favi! |
| (Grazie a Frasiabella per questo testo) |
| (translation) |
| The icy time passes |
| The world lives on |
| Spring returns to bloom |
| Beauty is given to things. |
| The bird sings |
| Tune in |
| brighter |
| And brighter |
| The air is already clearing |
| Flowers already |
| already leafy |
| The wood is thickened with leaves. |
| Play on the grass |
| maidens of beauty |
| Whose new songs |
| They sound sweet in the mouth. |
| wink favor |
| The birds sing |
| favors and smells |
| The earth is painted with flowers. |
| Heart therefore |
| He girds around |
| He is touched by love |
| virgins |
| And the camera |
| By the sound of a loud noise. |
| Tends only the net |
| The boy quivered |
| Whose gods cradle |
| It provides service |
| Whose mastery |
| Too much to the side |
| By this triumph |
| I am both wounded |
| I had fought |
| And I had been asked |
| In the first place |
| But again |
| By the boy |
| I am prostrated by Venus. |
| One piece of this wound |
| Wounded, I loved |
| Under the strong bond |
| I joined to myself. |
| The faith which I have sworn |
| I have never violated |
| The thing is so sweet |
| I dedicated the whole thing to myself. |
| How sweet |
| There are kisses |
| Girl! |
| already tasted |
| No cinnamon |
| And the balsam |
| The honeycombs were so sweet! |
| (Grazie by Frasiabella by questo testo) |