The text is a series of poems
found in a medieval manuscript
in the 19th century in
Germany. Most of them are in
latin, some in german. There
are more than two hundred.
They talk about love,
returning of spring, drinking
and gambling, the human
condition and the world, etc.

El texto es de una serie de
poemas de un manuscr
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The text is a series of poems
found in a medieval manuscript
in the 19th century in
Germany. Most of them are in
latin, some in german. There
are more than two hundred.
They talk about love,
returning of spring, drinking
and gambling, the human
condition and the world, etc.

El texto es de una serie de
poemas de un manuscripto
medieval encontrado en el
siglo 19 en Alemania. La
mayorìa están en latín,
también hay en alemán. Son
màs de doscientos. Hablan
sobre el amor, la venida de la
primavera, la bebida y el
juego, la condiciòn humana,
el mundo, etc.

O Fortune, like the moon of
ever changing state, you are
always waxing or waning;
hateful life now is brutal,
now pampers our feelings with
its game; poverty, power, it
melts them like ice.
Fate, savage and empty, you
are a turning wheel, your
position is uncertain, your
favour is idle and always
likely to disappear; covered
in shadows and veiled you bear
upon me too; now my back is
naked through the sport of
your wickedness.
The chance of prosperity and
of virtue is not now mine;
whether willing or not, a man
is always liable for Fortune's
service. At this hour without
delay touch the strings!
Because through luck she lays
low the brave, all join with
me in lamentation!

O Fortuna, como la luna
cambiante, siempre creciendo y
decreciendo; detestable vida
primero oprimes y luego
alivias
a tu antojo; pobreza y poder
derrites como el hielo.

Destino monstruoso y vacio, tu
rueda da vueltas,
perverso, vano es el bienestar
y siempre se disuelve en nada,
sombrío y velado
me mortificas a mi también;
ahora por el juego
traigo mi espalda desnuda para
tu villanía.

El Destino está contra mi en
la salud y la virtud, empujado
y lastrado,siempre
esclavizado.
A esta hora sin demora
toca las cuerdas vibrantes;
puesto que el Destino
derrota al más fuerte, llorad
todos conmigo!

Category Music

Tags Carl, Orff, Carmina, Burana, fortuna, choir, chorus, score, animation