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The Rake's Progress:Act I Scene 1: Here I stand … Since it is not by merit (Rakewell) - Eugene Conley/Metropolitan Opera Orchestra.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
[00:00.000]Here I stand, my constitution sound, my frame
[00:08.992]not ill-favoured, my wit ready, my heart light.
[00:17.990]I play the industrious apprentice in a copybook?
[00:21.581]I submit to the drudge's yoke?
[00:24.631]I slave through a lifetime to enrich others
[00:29.736]and then be thrown away like a gnawed bone? Not I!
[00:34.333]Have not grave doctors assured us that good works
[00:38.950]are of no avail, for heaven predestines all?
[00:44.505]In my fashion, I may profess myself of their party
[00:49.429]and herewith entrust myself to Fortune.
[01:01.142]Since it is not by merit
[01:04.680]we rise or we fall,
[01:07.459]but the favour of Fortune
[01:10.167]that governs us all,
[01:18.778]why should I labour
[01:21.847]for what in the end
[01:24.418]she will give me for nothing
[01:27.830]if she be my friend?
[01:32.827]While if she be not,
[01:35.842]why, the wealth I might gain
[01:40.501]for a time by my toil
[01:42.905]would at last be in vain.
[01:54.745]Till I die then, of fever,
[01:57.059]or by lightning am struck,
[01:59.675]let me live by my wits
[02:02.223]and trust to my luck.
[02:12.010]My life lies before me,
[02:14.692]the world is so wide:
[02:17.544]come, wishes, be horses
[02:21.286]this beggar shall ride.
[02:42.645]I wish I had money!
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作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
Here I stand, my constitution sound, my frame
not ill-favoured, my wit ready, my heart light.
I play the industrious apprentice in a copybook?
I submit to the drudge's yoke?
I slave through a lifetime to enrich others
and then be thrown away like a gnawed bone? Not I!
Have not grave doctors assured us that good works
are of no avail, for heaven predestines all?
In my fashion, I may profess myself of their party
and herewith entrust myself to Fortune.
Since it is not by merit
we rise or we fall,
but the favour of Fortune
that governs us all,
why should I labour
for what in the end
she will give me for nothing
if she be my friend?
While if she be not,
why, the wealth I might gain
for a time by my toil
would at last be in vain.
Till I die then, of fever,
or by lightning am struck,
let me live by my wits
and trust to my luck.
My life lies before me,
the world is so wide:
come, wishes, be horses
this beggar shall ride.
I wish I had money!