Текст и перевод песни Mediæval Bæbes - Musa venit carmine

Musa venit carmine

Musa venit carmine
Dulci modulamine:
Pariter cantemus,
Ecce virent omnia,
Prata, rus et nemus.

Mane garrit alaudula,
Lupilulat cornicula,
Iubente natura,
Philomena queritur
Antiqua de iactura.

Hirundo iam finsat,
Cygnus dulce trinsat
Memorando fata,
Cuculat et cuculus
Per nemora vernata.

Pulchrae canunt volucres,
Nitet terrae facies
Vario colore,
Et in partum solvitur
Redolens odore.

Late pandit tilia
Frondos, ramos, folia,
Thymum est sub ea,
Viridi cum gramine,
In quo fit chorea.

Patet et in gramine
Iocundoi rivus murmure.
Locus est festivus,
Ventus cum temperie
Susurrat tempestivus.

The Muse Comes Singing

The Muse comes singing
With sweet melody:
Let's sing together,
Behold, all things are green,
The fields, the countryside, and the woods.

In the morning the lark warbles,
The magpie chatters,
By nature's command,
Philomena laments
An ancient loss.

Now the swallow twitters,
The swan sings sweetly
Recalling its fate,
And the cuckoo calls
Through the spring woods.

The birds sing beautifully,
The earth's face shines
In many colors,
And it bursts into bloom
Fragrant with perfume.

The linden tree spreads wide
Its branches, boughs, and leaves,
Thyme grows beneath it,
With green grass,
Where a dance is held.

And in the grass is revealed
A merry rivulet murmuring.
The place is festive,
The wind with gentle
Whispers the right time.