Lyrics We the Spirits of the Air - Diana Tash, Brian Asawa, Генри Пёрселл

We the Spirits of the Air

We the spirits of the air
That of human things take care,
Out of pity now descend
To forewarn what woes attend.
Greatness clogg’d with scorn decays,
With the slave no empire stays.
We the spirits of the air
That of human things take care,
Out of pity now descend
To forewarn what woes attend.
Cease to languish the in vain
Since never to be loved again.
We the spirits of the air
That of human things take care,
Out of pity now descend
To forewarn what woes attend.
(from «The Indian Quenn»)