Лучшие песни Adrian Thompson
L'Incoronazione di Poppea, Act Three, Scene 8: Pur ti miroAdrian Thompson, Arleen Auger, Catherine Denley, Catherine Pierard, City Of London Baroque Sinfonia, City of London Sinfonia, Della Jones, Janice Watson, John Graham-Hall, Ken Atkinson, Sarah Leonard, Linda Hirst, Mark Tucker, Richard Boothby, Richard Hickox & Samuel Linay
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Adrian Thompson
Тенор
Iain Burnside
Фортепиано
Delmé Quartet
Струнный квартет
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Ральф Воан-Уильямс
Композитор
Alfred Edward Housman
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On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
’Twould blow like this through holt and hangar
When Uricon the city stood;
’Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it threshed another wood..
Then, ’twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there..
There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.
The gale, it plies the saplings double,
It blows so hard, ’twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
Written by: Alfred Edward Housman, Ralph Vaughan Williams