Текст и перевод песни Mediaeval Baebes - Return Of The Birds

Return Of The Birds

Laetabundus rediit
Avium concentus
Ver iocundum prodiit
Gaudeat iuventus
Nova ferens gaudia
Modo vernant omnia
Phoebus serenatur
Redolens temperiem
Novo flore faciem
Flora renovatur

Aestivant nunc Dryades
Colle sub umbroso
Prodeunt Oreades
Coetu glorioso
Satyrorum concio
Psallit cum tripudio
Tempe per amoena
His alludens concinit
Cum iocundi meminit

Veris, philomena

Applaudamus igitur
Rerum novitati
Felix qui diligitur
Voti compos grati
Dono laetus Veneris
Cuius ara teneris
Floribus odorat.
Miser e contrario
Qui sublato brabio
Sine spe laborat.

Return Of The Birds

Joyfully the birds return
The song of the birds
Joyful spring has come
Let the young rejoice
Bringing new joys
Now all things are in bloom
Phoebus is radiant
Bathing the world in warmth
With new flowers his face
Flora is renewed

The Dryads are now dancing
Under a shady hill
The Oreads come forth
In a glorious gathering
The company of Satyrs
Sings with joy
Through the lovely groves
Singing in response
As they remember the joys

Of spring, Philomel

So let us applaud
The newness of things
Happy is he who is loved
Grateful for the fulfillment of his desire
Joyful in the gift of Venus
Whose altar is fragrant
With tender flowers
Wretched on the contrary
He who, the prize taken away
Labors without hope