Ataraxia Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Histrionia Lyrics

[Original version:]

 

 Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi

 ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai

 Oh bel messere vi rimirate invano

 nello specchio mentitore delle vanita

 il vostro bel viso pallido e diafano

 domani, sol domani il vaiolo sfigurato avra

 

 Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi

 ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai

 Oh dolce madonna, padrona di virtu

 da chiunque amata e riverita a volonta

 ogni vostro onere ed ogni vostro onore

 morendo di parto vi porterete nell'al di la

 

 Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi

 ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai

 Oh nobil signore dalla viril prestanza

 oggi fate il computo delle vostre proprieta

 castelli, terre, uomini che oggi possedete

 domani a ferro e fuoco il nemico mettera

 

 Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi

 ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai

 Leggiadra giovinetta affacciata sulla vita

 danzate arie amene e ricevete il baciaman

 sguardi furtivi ed attesi amori dimenticate

 poiche domani in convento vostro padre vi menera

 

 Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi

 ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani piangerai

 Io che son giullare e nulla possiedo

 ne terre, ne virtu, ne bellezza e castita

 oggi sono vostro umil servitore

 domani servitore di chi vi rovinera

 

 Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi

 io sono il giullar non temo nemico ne maesta

 ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi

 io sono il giullar non temo nemico ne maesta

 

 [English version:]

 

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.

 Oh fine Sir who admire yourself in vain

 in the lying mirror of vanities

 your gentle pale and diaphanous face

 tomorrow only tomorrow the smallpox disfigured will have.

 

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.

 Oh gentle Lady owner of virtue

 by anyone loved and revered as much as you please

 each onus and honour of yours

 dying in chilbirth you'll take with you in the next world.

 

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.

 Oh noble Lord with a mainly air

 today you're making the counting of your own properties

 castles, lands, men that today are yours

 tomorrow your enemies will put to fire and sword.

 

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.

 Lovely girl facing life

 you dance plaisant airs and receive the hand-kissing

 furtive glances and awaited loves forget

 'cause tomorrow your father will make you become a nun.

 

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.

 Me who I am jester and nothing I own

 neither lands nor virtue or beauty or chastity

 today I am your humble servant

 tomorrow I'll be servant of whom will ruin you.

 

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh

 I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty,

 Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh

 I am the jester I don't fear neither enemy or majesty.