Текст песни Theatre Of Tragedy - Poppea, слова песни Theatre Of Tragedy

Текст песни Theatre Of Tragedy - Poppea

Theatre Of Tragedy - Poppea слова песни

Dream of a funeral, blest temptress - behest me! -
A funeral thou`lt hark, swarth murderess - the Devil,
Thine feral grith with me, Poppea, be Hell`s hap;
Waylaid the beldame bawd, the niggard: Laughing tragedy.

And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee;
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Let me dawt thine twain -
And, twine `hem apart.

Of marrow, do na mell; I am Morelle -
The bosom`d Titivil; travail me; a fбin,
Subdue me with thine lote in oneness - make haste yet,
Displode me in a font - Poppea, do what thou wilt.

And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Stay my adamant -
Suffer me to transfix thee;
And the wench doth bawdness to blow,
Let me dawt thine twain -
And, twine `hem apart.

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