Текст песни Come Again - Live From St. Luke's - Sting , John Dowland , Edin Karamazov

Come again! sweet love doth now invite
They graces that refrain
To do my due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
Come again! that I may cease to mourn
Through thy unkind disdain;
For now left and forlorn
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
In deadly pain and endless misery.
All the day the sun the lends me shine
By frowns do cause me pine
And feeds me with delay;
Her smiles, my spring that makes my joy to grow,
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
Her smiles, my spring that makes my joy to grow,
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
Al the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
My eyes are full of streams.
My heart takes no delight