Filava Melis - Ataraxia

Oh mio signore, io gli dissi"Signore

No!, per la dea bendata

Io non ho gusto di grandezze mio signore

Di morir mi punge vaghezza

Veder nella rugiada di loto il fiore

Lungo l’Acheronte…"

Oh, mio signor, si fece freddo il cuore

Cedere d’ali stremate

Filava Melis, al fuso un filo fine

Filava Melis, al fuso un filo fine

Oh mio signore, io gli dissi"Signore

No!, per la dea bendata

Io non ho gusto di grandezze mio signore

Di morir mi punge vaghezza

Veder nella rugiada di loto il fiore

Lungo l’Acheronte…"

Non c’era ballo, non festa mio signore

Non c’eran neppure boschi…

Filava Melis, al fuso un filo fine

Filava Melis, al fuso un filo fine

Oh my lord, I said to him "Sir

No !, for luck

I have no taste for greatness my lord

Vagueness stings me to die

See the flower in the dew of lotus

Along the Acheron ... "

Oh, my lord, my heart went cold

Surrender of exhausted wings

Filava Melis, to the spindle a fine thread

Filava Melis, to the spindle a fine thread

Oh my lord, I said to him "Sir

No !, for luck

I have no taste for greatness my lord

Vagueness stings me to die

See the flower in the dew of lotus

Along the Acheron ... "

There was no dance, no party, my lord

There weren't even woods ...

Filava Melis, to the spindle a fine thread

Filava Melis, to the spindle a fine thread