Текст песни Hermit Songs, Op. 29: The Desire for Hermitage (Samuel Barber) с переводом

Ah! To be all alone in a little cell

With nobody near me;

Beloved that pilgrimage before the last pilgrimage to death

Singing the passing hours to cloudy Heaven;

Feeding upon dry bread and water from the cold spring

That will be an end to evil when I am alone

In a lovely little corner among tombs

Far from the houses of the great

Ah! To be all alone in a little cell, to be alone, all alone:

Alone I came into the world

Alone I shall go from it

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