Текст песни The Rape of Lucretia, Op.37 / Act 1: "Here the Thirsty Evening" - English Chamber Orchestra , Benjamin Britten , Sir Peter Pears

Here the thirsty evening has drunk the wine of light
Sated, the sun falls to the horizon
The air sits on their backs like a heavy bear
Only the noise of crickets alleviates
The weight of this silent evening
Horses, sensing thunder, stand in their stables
Bullfrogs break their persistent note
Centurions curse heaven, the men curse their luck as they look towards
Rome's distant lights which bend in a dire echo through the night