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SONNET CII Music by Valentin Dubovskoy lyrics by William Shakespeare My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: that love is merchandized whose rich esteeming the owner's tongue doth publish every where. Our love was new and then but in the spring when I was wont to greet it with my lays, as Philomel in summer's front doth sing and stops her pipe in growth of riper days: not that the summer is less pleasant now than when her mournful hymns did hush the night, but that wild music burthens every bough and sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore like her I sometime hold my tongue, because I would not dull you with my song. |
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CII Музыка Валентина Дубовского слова Уильяма Шекспира, перевод Самуила Маршака Люблю, – но реже говорю об этом, люблю нежней, – но не для многих глаз. Торгует чувством тот, что перед светом всю душу выставляет напоказ. Тебя встречал я песней, как приветом, когда любовь нова была для нас. Так соловей гремит в полночный час весной, но флейту забывает летом. Ночь не лишится прелести своей, когда его умолкнут излиянья. Но музыка, звуча со всех ветвей, обычной став, теряет обаянье. И я умолк подобно соловью: своё пропел и больше не пою. |
| My love is strength-en'd, though more weak in seem-ing; I love not less, though less the show ap-pear: that love is mer-chan-dized whose rich es-teem-ing the own-er's tongue doth pub-lish ev-ery where. Our love was new and then but in the spring when I was wont to greet it with my lays, as Phi-lo-mel in sum-mer's front doth sing and stops her pipe in growth of rip-er days: not that the sum-mer is less pleas-ant now than when her mourn-ful hymns did hush the night, but that wild mu-sic bur-thens ev-ery bough and sweets grown com-mon lose their dear de-light. There-fore like her I some-time hold my tongue, be-cause I would not dull you with my song. |
38(2)C# 54(6)F 28(4)D#
111(3)D 23(11)B 79(7)F# 51(3)D 40(4)D# 23(11)B 42(6)F 30(6)F |