Текст песни Averil

Lyrics (13th century English)
Translation
When the nightegale singes,
When the nightingale sings,
The wodes waxen grene:
And the woods wax green:
Lef and grass and blosme springes
I expect, the leaves and the blades of grass,
In Averil, I wene;
And blossoms to spring up, in April;
(And) love is to min herte gon
And so love has shot through my heart
With one spere so kene:
With a spear so honed
Night and day my blod it drinkes;
That night and day it drinks my blood
Min herte deth me tene.
And my heart grieves.
Ich have loved all this year
All this year I have loved
That I may love namore;
The one I can love no more;
Ich have siked mony sik,
I have sighed so many sighs,
Lemmon, for thin ore.
Sweetheart, for your favour.Medi?val B?bes - Averil - http://ru.motolyrics.com/medi-val-b-bes/averil-lyrics.html
Me nis love never the ner,
Love will never be any closer to me,
And that me reweth sore.
And I rue that intensely.
Swete lemmon, thench on me:
Sweetheart, think about me:
Ich have loved thee yore.
I have loved you such a long time.
Swete lemmon, I preye thee
Dear sweetheart, I beg you,
Of love one speche.
For one word of love.
Whil I live in world so wide
As long as I live I will not seek
Other nulle I seche.
Another throughout the entire world.
With thy love, my swete leof,
With your affection, my sweet love,
My bliss thou mightest eche:
You could bring me joy:
A swete cos of thy mouth
A sweet kiss from you lips
Mighte be my leche.
Could cure me completely
Swete lemmon, I preye thee
Sweetheart, I beg you,