If love's a sweet passion,
why does it torment?
If a bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
If love's a sweet passion,
why does it torment?
If a bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
Or grieve at my fate, when I know 'tis in vain?
Yet so pleasing the pain is, so soft is the dart,
That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart.
Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
Or grieve at my fate, when I know 'tis in vain?
Yet so pleasing the pain is, so soft is the dart,
That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart.
I press her hand gently, look languishing down,
And by passionate silence I make my love known.
I press her hand gently, look languishing down,
And by passionate silence I make my love known.
But oh! how I'm blest when so kind she does prove,
By some willing mistake to discover her love.
When in striving to hide, she reveals all her flame,
And our eyes tell each other what neither dares name.
But oh! how I'm blest when so kind she does prove,
By some willing mistake to discover her love.
When in striving to hide, she reveals all her flame,
And our eyes tell each other what neither dares name.
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LRC歌词版本
[01:42.52]If love's a sweet passion,
[01:46.93]why does it torment?
[01:51.00]If a bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
[01:59.26]If love's a sweet passion,
[02:03.91]why does it torment?
[02:07.73]If a bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
[02:16.53]Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
[02:24.88]Or grieve at my fate, when I know 'tis in vain?
[02:33.26]Yet so pleasing the pain is, so soft is the dart,
[02:43.01]That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart.
[02:53.14]Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
[03:01.48]Or grieve at my fate, when I know 'tis in vain?
[03:10.76]Yet so pleasing the pain is, so soft is the dart,
[03:21.54]That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart.
[03:34.94]I press her hand gently, look languishing down,
[03:43.02]And by passionate silence I make my love known.
[03:51.74]I press her hand gently, look languishing down,
[04:00.76]And by passionate silence I make my love known.
[04:09.56]But oh! how I'm blest when so kind she does prove,
[04:18.13]By some willing mistake to discover her love.
[04:26.74]When in striving to hide, she reveals all her flame,
[04:35.39]And our eyes tell each other what neither dares name.
[04:45.13]But oh! how I'm blest when so kind she does prove,
[04:53.80]By some willing mistake to discover her love.
[05:02.04]When in striving to hide, she reveals all her flame,
[05:10.95]And our eyes tell each other what neither dares name.
[05:26.11]
If love's a sweet passion,
why does it torment?
If a bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
If love's a sweet passion,
why does it torment?
If a bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
Or grieve at my fate, when I know 'tis in vain?
Yet so pleasing the pain is, so soft is the dart,
That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart.
Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
Or grieve at my fate, when I know 'tis in vain?
Yet so pleasing the pain is, so soft is the dart,
That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart.
I press her hand gently, look languishing down,
And by passionate silence I make my love known.
I press her hand gently, look languishing down,
And by passionate silence I make my love known.
But oh! how I'm blest when so kind she does prove,
By some willing mistake to discover her love.
When in striving to hide, she reveals all her flame,
And our eyes tell each other what neither dares name.
But oh! how I'm blest when so kind she does prove,
By some willing mistake to discover her love.
When in striving to hide, she reveals all her flame,
And our eyes tell each other what neither dares name.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[01:42.52]If love's a sweet passion,
[01:46.93]why does it torment?
[01:51.00]If a bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
[01:59.26]If love's a sweet passion,
[02:03.91]why does it torment?
[02:07.73]If a bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
[02:16.53]Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
[02:24.88]Or grieve at my fate, when I know 'tis in vain?
[02:33.26]Yet so pleasing the pain is, so soft is the dart,
[02:43.01]That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart.
[02:53.14]Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
[03:01.48]Or grieve at my fate, when I know 'tis in vain?
[03:10.76]Yet so pleasing the pain is, so soft is the dart,
[03:21.54]That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart.
[03:34.94]I press her hand gently, look languishing down,
[03:43.02]And by passionate silence I make my love known.
[03:51.74]I press her hand gently, look languishing down,
[04:00.76]And by passionate silence I make my love known.
[04:09.56]But oh! how I'm blest when so kind she does prove,
[04:18.13]By some willing mistake to discover her love.
[04:26.74]When in striving to hide, she reveals all her flame,
[04:35.39]And our eyes tell each other what neither dares name.
[04:45.13]But oh! how I'm blest when so kind she does prove,
[04:53.80]By some willing mistake to discover her love.
[05:02.04]When in striving to hide, she reveals all her flame,
[05:10.95]And our eyes tell each other what neither dares name.
[05:26.11]
Selections from Livre d'airs et de simphonies meslés de quelques fragmens d'opéra (Book of airs and symphonies with some operatic excerpts): Petits Oiseaux