Letras
Nerine Galatea
Tymo mihi, dulcior
Hyblea candidoir cynis’
O quotient, e quae nobis,
Galatea locuta est
Huc a des o Galatea
Quis est nam ludis inundis
Malo me Galatea
Petit lasciva
Puella et fugit
veneris un inculla necto
Omni au in
Qui amor est
Daughter of Nereus, Galatea mine,
Sweeter than Hybla-thyme, whiter than a swan,
Fairer than ivy pale
What sweet things you have whispered to me
Come here, Galatea, what fun is it in the water?
Galatea throws an apple at me,
playful girl and runs into the forest
Chains of Iove I weave around you
Love is all powerful
