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Flow, My Tears (lachrimae)

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Flow, My Tears (Lachrimae)" Flow, My Tears (Lachrimae)" [ <div class="editable_area" itemprop="description"> Flow my teares fall from your springs, Flow my teares fall from your springs, Flow, My Tears (Lachrimae) " Exilde for ever: Let me morne Exilde for ever: Let me morne Fluir meus Teares caem de seus mananciais, Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings, Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings, Exilde para sempre: Deixe-me morne There let me live forlorne. There let me live forlorne. Onde as noites pássaro preto infâmia hir triste canta, Downe vaine lights shine you no more, Downe vaine lights shine you no more, Não me deixe viver forlorne. No nights are dark enough for those No nights are dark enough for those Luzes Downe vaine brilhar você não mais, That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore, That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore, Não noites são escuras o suficiente para os Light doth but shame disclose. Light doth but shame disclose. Que em sua dispaire deploram fortunas passado, Never may my woes be relieved, Never may my woes be relieved, Luz doth mas vergonha divulgar. Since pittie is fled, Since pittie is fled, Nunca pode ser aliviado minhas aflições, And teares, and sighes, and grones And teares, and sighes, and grones Desde Pittie fugiu, My wearie days of all joyes have deprived. My wearie days of all joyes have deprived. E lágrimas, e suspiros, e Grones From the highest spire of contentment, From the highest spire of contentment, Meus dias wearie de todas as alegrias privaram. My fortune is throwne, My fortune is throwne, Desde a mais alta torre de contentamento, And feare, and griefe, and paine And feare, and griefe, and paine Minha fortuna é throwne, For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone. For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone. E Feare, e griefe, e paine Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell, Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell, Para os meus desertos, são as minhas esperanças já que a esperança se foi. Learn to contemne light, Learn to contemne light, Ouça você shadowes que em darnesse habitar, Happy that in hell Happy that in hell Aprenda a contemne luz, Feele not the worlds despite. Feele not the worlds despite. Feliz que no inferno

Composição: Edin Karamazov, Gordon Sumner, Trad, Traditional





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