Nocturne [Italian translation]

Welcome sweete death...

Goe nightly cares, the enemy to rest,

Forbeare a while to vexe my grieved sprite,

So long your weight hath lyne upon my breast,

that loe I live of life bereaved quite,

O give me time to draw my weary breath,

Or let me dye, as I desire the death.

Welcome sweete death, oh life, no life, a hell,

Then thus, and thus I bid the world farewell.

False world farewell, the enemy to rest,

now doe thy worst, I doe not weigh thy spight:

Free from thy cares I live for ever blest,

Enjoying peace and heavenly true delight.

Delight, whom woes nor sorrowes shall amate,

nor feares or teares disturbe her happy state.

And thus I leave thy hopes, thy joyes untrue,

and thus, and thus vaine world againe adue.

• Artist:John Dowland
• Album:Unsere Feuer Brennen!