Sonata No. 1 in G minor, BWV 1001 IV. Presto Songtext
von Gil Shaham
Sonata No. 1 in G minor, BWV 1001 IV. Presto Songtext
The Queen stands here beside us deep in thought,
The maidservants wither away like mown grass:
I think that I, as the eldest, am bound, in sacred duty,
To barter words with you, the eldest of all by far. You′re wise, experienced, and seem well-disposed,
And though this foolish crowd baited you in error,
Speak of a way to escape this fate, if you know it.
That's easily done: it depends on the Queen alone,
To save herself, and you her followers with her.
But decision is required, and of the swiftest.
The maidservants wither away like mown grass:
I think that I, as the eldest, am bound, in sacred duty,
To barter words with you, the eldest of all by far. You′re wise, experienced, and seem well-disposed,
And though this foolish crowd baited you in error,
Speak of a way to escape this fate, if you know it.
That's easily done: it depends on the Queen alone,
To save herself, and you her followers with her.
But decision is required, and of the swiftest.
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