Cold Song - Arielle Dombasle, Era, Генри Пёрселл

What power art thou

Who from below

Hast made me rise

Unwillingly and slow

From beds of everlasting snow!

See’st thou not how stiff

And wondrous old

Far unfit to bear the bitter cold

I can scarcely move

Or draw my breath

I can scarcely move

Or draw my breath

Let me, let me

Let me, let me

Freeze again

Let me, let me

Freeze again to death!