Орландо ди Лассо - Se si alto pon gir mie stanche rime - ноты, текст песни (слова), перевод

Italian text

  Se si alto pon gir mie stanche rime,
 Ch'aggiungan lei, ch'è fuor d'ira'e di pianto
 Et fa'il ciel hor di sue bellezze lieto,
 Ben ricognoscera'l mutato stile,
 Che gia forse gli piacque' anzi che morte
 Chiar'a lei giorno a me fesse' atre notti.  
   
 English translation

  If my weary lines can fly so high as to reach her,
 who is beyond the reach of anger or complaint
 and whose beauty makes Heaven rejoice,
 she will recognise the altered style
 which might have pleased her before that time when death
 bestowed on her bright day, but brought me gruelling dark nights.  
 by Mick Swithinbank