The Troubadour Songtext
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The Troubadour Songtext
From all ills mine differs
It pleasures me; I rejoice in it
My illness is what I want
And my pain is my health!
My pain is my health
I don′t see, then, of what I complain For my illness comes to me of my own will
It is my own wish that becomes my ill
But I find so much pleasure in wishing thus
That I suffer agreeably
And so much joy within my pain
That I am sick with delight
It pleasures me; I rejoice in it
My illness is what I want
And my pain is my health!
My pain is my health
I don′t see, then, of what I complain For my illness comes to me of my own will
It is my own wish that becomes my ill
But I find so much pleasure in wishing thus
That I suffer agreeably
And so much joy within my pain
That I am sick with delight
Writer(s): Chrétien De Troyes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
