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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky[00:19.406]Oh, nature,[00:22.797]green unnatural mother,[00:31.969]how I have followed[00:36.385]where you led.[00:41.425]Is it for this I left the country?[00:45.692]No ploughman is more a slave[00:50.703]to sun, moon, and season[00:54.860]than a gentleman to the clock of fashion.[00:59.405]City![01:08.012]What Caesar could have imagined[01:11.774]the curious viands I have tasted!.[01:14.275]They choke me.[01:16.386]Let Oporto and Provence[01:18.951]keep all their precious wines.[01:21.308]I would as soon be dry[01:23.371]and wrinkled as a raisin[01:26.142]as ever taste another.[01:29.290]Cards! Living pictures![01:35.647]And, dear God, the matrons[01:38.627]with marriageable girls!.[01:40.615]Cover their charms a little,[01:43.047]you well-bred bawds,[01:44.758]or your goods will catch their death[01:47.544]of the rheum long before they learn[01:50.161]of the green sickness.[01:52.794]The others, too,[01:55.287]with their more candid charms.[01:59.108]Pah![02:00.770]Who's honest, chaste, or kind?[02:09.843]One, only one, and of her I dare not think.[02:26.416]Up, nature, up![02:29.334]The hunt is on,[02:31.296]thy pack is in full cry![02:34.597]They smell the blood upon the bracing air.[02:39.446]On, on, on![02:42.867]Through every street and mansion,[02:45.557]for every candle in this capital of light[02:52.423]attends thy appetising progress[02:56.014]and burns in honour at thy shrine.
