Текст песни Phaedra, Op.93: Oh Gods of wrath - Dame Janet Baker feat. English Chamber Orchestra & Steuart Bedford

Oh, gods above, how far I've traveled on my dangerous path
I go to meet my husband
At his side will stand Hippolytus
How shall I hide my thick, adultrous passion for
This youth who has rejected me and knows the truth?
Will he not draw his sword and strike me dead?
Suppose he spares me
What if nothing's said?
Can I kiss these ears with dissembled poise?
The very dust rises to disabuse my husband to defame me and accuse
And ah, there, I run today
Death will give me freedom
Oh, it's nothing not to live
Death to all the unhappy is no catastrophe