Claudin de Sermisy - Au Joly Bois (Emma-Lisa Roux, voice and lute)
Au joly boys, en l'ombre d`ung soucy,
M'y fault aller pour passer ma tristesse,
Remply de dueil d'ung souvenir transy,
Menger m'y fault maintes poires d`angoisse,
En ung jardin remply de noires flours
De mes deux yeulx feray larmes et plours.
Fy de lyesse et hardiesse! Regret m'oppresse,
Puis que j'ay perdu mes amours.
Las! trop j`endure, Le temps m'y dure, Je vous asseure:
Soulas, vous n'avez plus de cours!
English:
To the merry wood, adumbered by care,
Take me I must to suffer my sadness.
By a numbing memory filled with despair,
There torture will I bear unto madness,
In a garden bedecked with flowers black
Tears from my eyes will pour and sobs me rack.
Fie on what’s fair and devil-may-care! Grief must I bear,
My love is gone and won’t be back.
Too much I endure, time is no cure, I thee assure:
Solace, you are a comfort poor!
I found her outside my door,
One night, when I was going home.
Everywhere, she’s escorting me.
She’s back, here she is,
The dead-loves sniffer.
She has followed me, step by step.
This bitch, to Hell with you!
She’s back, here she is,
With her fasting face
With the rings under her big eyes,
She makes us feel like lagging behind,
She makes us feel like crying,
She turns our mornings wan
And our nights long and desolate.
This bitch! She would even
Turn midsummer into winter.
In your sad taffy dress,
With your blowzy hair,
Your expression is that of despair;
You’re not nice to watch.
Come on, go and show somewhere else
Your sad bored face.
I have no taste for unhappiness.
Go fly a kite!
I still want to swing my hip,
I still want to get drunk on spring,
I want to have sleepless nights,
With my heart racing on the loose.
Before tolling for the dead
And until my last breath,
I still want to say “I love you”,
And I want to die of love.
She said: “Open the door for me.
I have followed you, step by step.
I know that your love is dead.
I am back, here I am.
They declaim their poems to you,
Your fine gentlemen, your fine kids,
Your fake Rimbaud, your fake Verlaine.
Well! It’s over, now.”
From now on, she makes me stay awake all night.
She’s hanging around my neck,
She’s coiled around my hip.
She lies down on my knees.
Everywhere, she escorts me,
And she follows me, step by step.
She’s waiting for me outside my door.
She’s back, she’s here,
The loneliness, the loneliness…
Tags additionnels: Christmas Song ; Christmas Movie ; Food ; Hugging ; Little Date ; Song Lyrics ; Song: All I Want for Christmas Is You (Mariah Carey)