The Cold Song

En attendant que le printemps revienne dans quelques mois... Et dire que ce long hiver va durer encore sept mois...
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 !
The Song of the Cold Genius,
King Arthur, Act III, semi-opera
Henri Purcell, 1691

Klaus Nomi - The Cold Song (Henry Purcell).mp3