paroles de chanson Kinderly - Mediæval Bæbes

Kinderly is now my coming
Into this world with teres and cry
Litel and povere is my having
Britel and sone I falle from hit
Sharpe and strong is my deying
I ne woth whinder schal I
Foul and stinkande is my roting
On me, Jhesun you have mercy!

My arrival here is natural
Into this world with tears and crying;
What I have is not much, and poor at that,
Frail and too quickly I have fallen from on high,
My death is sharp and severe,
I do not know where I am going,
Foul and stinking I rot,
O, Jesus have mercy on me!

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