作曲 : Benjamin Britten
My mind beats on
and no words come.
Taxing, tiring,
unyielding, unproductive,
my mind beats on.
No sleep restores me.
I, Aschenbach,
famous as a master-writer,
successful, honoured,
self-discipline my strength,
routine the order of my days,
imagination servant of my will.
My mind beats on,
why am I now at loss?
I reject the words called forth by passion
I suspect the easy judgement of the heart -
now passion itself has left me
and delight in fastidious choice.
My mind beats on,
and I am at an end.
O tender leaves and tardy springs refresh me!
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Benjamin Britten
[00:09.407]My mind beats on
[00:22.413]and no words come.
[00:43.890]Taxing, tiring,
[00:54.637]unyielding, unproductive,
[01:16.700]my mind beats on.
[01:28.397]No sleep restores me.
[01:39.420]I, Aschenbach,
[01:43.403]famous as a master-writer,
[01:48.548]successful, honoured,
[01:51.955]self-discipline my strength,
[01:55.387]routine the order of my days,
[02:00.271]imagination servant of my will.
[02:13.825]My mind beats on,
[02:23.667]why am I now at loss?
[02:41.387]I reject the words called forth by passion
[02:45.345]I suspect the easy judgement of the heart -
[02:50.563]now passion itself has left me
[02:56.468]and delight in fastidious choice.
[03:08.719]My mind beats on,
[03:20.395]and I am at an end.
[03:36.336]O tender leaves and tardy springs refresh me!