Luyện nghe bài hát Histrionia

[Original

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi,
ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani
Oh bel vi rimirate invano
nello specchio mentitore vanita
il vostro bel viso pallido e
domani, sol domani il vaiolo sfigurato

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi,
ridi, ridi, poiche domani piangerai
Oh dolce madonna, padrona di
da chiunque amata e a volonta
vostro onere ed ogni vostro onore
morendo di vi porterete nell'al di la

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi,
ridi, ridi, ridi poiche piangerai
Oh nobil signore viril prestanza
oggi fate il computo vostre proprieta
castelli, terre, uomini che oggi
domani a e fuoco il nemico mettera

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi,
ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani
Leggiadra giovinetta affacciata sulla
arie amene e ricevete il baciaman
sguardi ed attesi amori dimenticate
poiche domani in convento padre vi menera

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi,
ridi, ridi, ridi poiche domani
Io che son giullare e nulla
ne terre, ne virtu, ne e castita
sono vostro umil servitore
domani servitore di chi vi

Ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi,
io sono il giullar non temo ne maesta
ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi, ridi,
io il giullar non temo nemico ne maesta

[English

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh,
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause tomorrow cry.
Oh Sir who admire yourself in vain
in the lying of vanities
your gentle pale and diaphanous
tomorrow tomorrow the smallpox disfigured will have.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh,
Laugh, Laugh, 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Oh gentle Lady of virtue
by anyone loved and revered as as you please
each and honour of yours
in chilbirth you'll take with you in the next world.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh,
Laugh, Laugh, 'cause tomorrow you'll cry.
Oh Lord with a mainly air
today you're making the counting of own properties
castles, lands, men today are yours
tomorrow your enemies put to fire and sword.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh,
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh tomorrow you'll cry.
Lovely facing life
you plaisant airs and receive the hand-kissing
glances and awaited loves forget
'cause tomorrow your father will you become a nun.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh,
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh 'cause you'll cry.
Me who I am jester and I own
neither lands nor virtue or or chastity
today I am your humble
tomorrow I'll be servant of whom ruin you.

Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh,
I am the jester I don't fear neither or majesty,
Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh, Laugh,
I am the jester I don't fear neither or majesty.