Текст и перевод песни Kevin McMillan feat. San Francisco Symphony & Herbert Blomstedt - Carmina Burana: "Estuans interius"

Carmina Burana: "Estuans interius"

Aestuans interius
Ira vehementi
In amaritudine
Loquor meae menti;
Factus de materia,
Cinis elementi,
Similis sum folio,
De quo ludunt venti.

Cum sit enim proprium
Viro sapienti
Supra petram ponere
Sedem fundamenti,
Stultus ego comparor
Fluvio labenti
Sub eodem tramite
Numquam permanenti.

Feror ego veluti
Sine nauta navis,
Ut per vias aeris
Vaga fertur avis;
Non me tenent vincula,
Non me tenet clavis;
Quaero mihi similes,
Et adiungor pravis.

Mihi cordis gravitas
Res videtur gravis;
Iocus est amabilis
Dulciorque favis;
Quicquid Venus imperat,
Labor est suavis,
Quae numquam in cordibus
Habitat ignavis.

Via lata gradior
More iuventutis,
Implicor et vitiis
Immemor virtutis,
Voluptatis avidus
Magis quam salutis,
Mortuus in anima
Curam gero cutis.

Carmina Burana: "Estuans interius"

Burning within
With fierce anger
In bitterness
I speak to my mind;
Made of matter,
Dust of the elements,
I am like a leaf,
With which the winds play.

For it is fitting
For a wise man
To set
His foundation upon a rock,
I, a fool, am like
A flowing river
Along the same path
Never staying put.

I am carried along
Like a ship without a helmsman,
As through the paths of the air
A wandering bird is carried;
No fetters hold me,
No key detains me;
I seek those like me,
And join myself to the wicked.

To me the gravity of my heart
Seems a serious thing;
Jest is delightful
And sweeter than honey;
Whatever Venus commands,
Is sweet labor,
Which never dwells in the hearts
Of the cowardly.

I tread the broad way
After the fashion of youth,
I entangle myself in vices
Forgetful of virtue,
Eager for pleasure
More than for salvation,
Dead in my soul
I care for my skin.