Long ago For the vain pleasure of four-and-twenty years Of immense knowledge and wisdom I lost my eternal joy and felicity. Oh, gentlemen, hear with patience And tremble not at cursed speeches, For my heart pants and quivers To the memory of my wretched deeds.
I was torn asunder… For the fools that laugh on earth, must weep in hell.
For love of him I hath cut my arm, and with my own blood Assure him my soul Chief blood and regent perpetual night, Great prince of burning realms, Lucifero.
May the gods of hell be favorable to me, May the gods of hell appear and rise.
I, to find the secrets of astronomy Graven in the book of Jove’s high firmament, Did mount him up to scale Olympus top, Where sitting in a chariot burning bright, Drawn by the strength of yoked dragons’ necks, I viewed the clouds, the planets, and the stars, I viewed the tropics, zones, and quarters of the sky, From the bright circle of the horned moon, Even to the height of the primum mobile.
I stand now alone in a silent world, A measureless sea, in a timeless night; Ruined reflection of my greed.
In a wingbeat of blessing, I found my curse.
Lente, lente, currite noctis equil!
I am the keeper Of the sandglass of my eternal sorrow, But time for me will never end. A light over there… in front of me… What am I seeing… I remember now.
The clock strikes… The clock strikes eleven… Oh god! The clock strikes again… The devil will come, and I must be damned.
Mountains and hills, come, come and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of god.
Hell claims his right, a roaring voice “Thou come to me, thine hour is come.” A frosty wind, in a whirl of flames The devil’s here, death stands by him! I feel the cold claw of the beast, It tears my skin, The beginning of my wretched end…
Epilogue Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollo’s laurel bough. That sometime grew within this learnèd man. (Christopher Marlowe 1564-1593)
Long ago For the vain pleasure of four-and-twenty years Of immense knowledge and wisdom I lost my eternal joy and felicity. Oh, gentlemen, hear with patience And tremble not at cursed speeches, For my heart pants and quivers To the memory of my wretched deeds.
I was torn asunder… For the fools that laugh on earth, must weep in hell.
For love of him I hath cut my arm, and with my own blood Assure him my soul Chief blood and regent perpetual night, Great prince of burning realms, Lucifero.
May the gods of hell be favorable to me, May the gods of hell appear and rise.
I, to find the secrets of astronomy Graven in the book of Jove’s high firmament, Did mount him up to scale Olympus top, Where sitting in a chariot burning bright, Drawn by the strength of yoked dragons’ necks, I viewed the clouds, the planets, and the stars, I viewed the tropics, zones, and quarters of the sky, From the bright circle of the horned moon, Even to the height of the primum mobile.
I stand now alone in a silent world, A measureless sea, in a timeless night; Ruined reflection of my greed.
In a wingbeat of blessing, I found my curse.
Lente, lente, currite noctis equil!
I am the keeper Of the sandglass of my eternal sorrow, But time for me will never end. A light over there… in front of me… What am I seeing… I remember now.
The clock strikes… The clock strikes eleven… Oh god! The clock strikes again… The devil will come, and I must be damned.
Mountains and hills, come, come and fall on me, And hide me from the heavy wrath of god.
Hell claims his right, a roaring voice “Thou come to me, thine hour is come.” A frosty wind, in a whirl of flames The devil’s here, death stands by him! I feel the cold claw of the beast, It tears my skin, The beginning of my wretched end…
Epilogue Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burnèd is Apollo’s laurel bough. That sometime grew within this learnèd man. (Christopher Marlowe 1564-1593)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
