Текст и перевод песни Angelo Branduardi - Edi Beo Thu, Heven Quene

Edi beo thu heven quene folkes froove engles blis
Maid unwemmed modher cleene swich in world non other nis
On the hit is wel ethseene of alle wimmen thu hast the pris
Mi sweete leudi heer mi beene rew ot me ghif thi will is.
Thu astighe so dairewe deleth from the derke night
Of the sprong a leeme neue al this world hit hath ilight
Nis no maid of thine hewe so fair so scheene so rudi so bright
Mi leudi sweet of me thu rewe have merci of thi knight.
Sprunge blostm of one roote th′oli gost thee rest upon;
That was for mankines boote her soul aleese for on.
Leudi milde, soft and swoot, ich crie merci, ich am thi mon,
To honde bothen and to foot on allewise that ich kon.
Erth tu of goode seede on thee lighte th'even dew;
Of thee sprong that edi bleede th′oli gost it on thee sew.
Bring us ut of kar, of dreede that Eve bitterlich us brew;
Thu shalt us into hevne leede; wel sweet is us thet ilke dew.
Moder ful of thewes heende, maide dreigh and wel itaugh,
Ich am in thi luvebeende and to thee is al mi draught.
Thu me schild ye from the feend, as thu art free and wilt and maught,
And help me to mi lives eend and make with thi sune saught.

Edi beo thu heven quene folkes froove engles blis
Горничная unvemmed modher cleene swich in world non other nis
На хите wel ethseene из alle wimmen thu hast The pris
Mi sweete leudi heer mi beene rew ot me ghif thi will is.
Thu astighe so dairewe deleth from the derke night
Из росточка a leeme neue al этот мир ударил hath ilight
Nis no maid of thine hewe so fair so scheene so rudi so bright
Mi leudi sweet of me thu rewe have merci of thi knight.
Прорасти блустм из одного корня, на котором ты покоишься;
Это было для mankines boote ее душа aleese for on.
Leudi milde, soft and swoot, ich crie merci, ich am thi mon,
To honde bothen and to foot on allwise that ich kon.
Erth tu of good seede on thee lighte th'even dew;
Из тебя прорастет то, что Эди кровоточит, толи ГОСТ его на тебя пришьет.
Принеси нам ут из Кара, из дрида, что Ева биттерлих нам варит;
Thu shall us into hevne leede; wel sweet is us thet ilke dew.
Модер фул из thewes heende, maide dreigh и wel itaugh,
Ich am in thi luvebeende and To thee is al mi draught.
Thu me schild ye from the feend, as thu art free and wilt and maught,
And help me to mi lives eend and make with thi sune saught.