《Swete Sone》歌词

[00:00:00] Swete Sone - 中世纪宝贝

[00:00:02] Swete sone

[00:00:07] Reu on me

[00:00:13] And breste out of thy bondes

[00:00:20] For me thinket

[00:00:25] That I see

[00:00:31] Thoru Bothen thin bondes

[00:00:38] Nailes driven

[00:00:43] Into the tree

[00:00:48] So reufuliche thu honges

[00:00:55] Now is betre

[00:00:59] That I flee

[00:01:04] And lett alle these londes

[00:01:12] Swete sone

[00:01:16] Thy faire face

[00:01:22] Droppet all on blode

[00:01:28] And thy body downward

[00:01:31] Is bounded to the rode

[00:01:34] How may thy modress hert

[00:01:38] Tholen so swete fode

[00:01:41] That blessed was of alle born

[00:01:44] And best of alle gode

[00:01:46] How may thy modress hert

[00:01:50] Tholen so swete fode

[00:01:52] That blessed was of alle born

[00:01:55] And best of alle gode

[00:02:02] Swete sone

[00:02:07] Reu on me

[00:02:13] And bring me out of this live

[00:02:20] For me thinket

[00:02:25] That I see

[00:02:30] Thy deth it neyhet swithe

[00:02:38] Thy feet nailed

[00:02:42] To the tree

[00:02:47] Now may I no more thrive

[00:02:54] For this werld

[00:02:59] Withouten thee

[00:03:04] Ne shall me maken blithe