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An Danzza ☽ ☆ ☾ O Fortuna (With Lyrics)

An Danzza ☽ ☆ ☾ O Fortuna (With Lyrics)

Mythological song based on an ancient medieval Latin poem dedicated to the Roman goddess of luck. This track features the carnyx, a wind instrument of the iron age celts, used between c. 200 BC and c. AD 200. Entrancing symphonic choirs are also present.

Music: Andrés Campuzano
Lyrics: Traditional
Vocals: Haydée Mariñoso, Miguel Fernández

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O Fortune,
like the moon
you are changeable,
ever waxing
ever waning;
hateful life
first oppresses
and then soothes
playing with mental clarity;
poverty
and power
it melts them like ice.

Fate – monstrous
and empty,
you whirling wheel,
you are malevolent,
well-being is vain
and always fades to nothing,
shadowed
and veiled
you plague me too;
now through the game
I bring my bare back
to your villainy.

Fate is against me
in health
and virtue,
driven on
and weighted down,
always enslaved.
So at this hour
without delay
pluck the vibrating strings;
since Fate
strikes down the strong,
everyone weep with me!

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O Fortuna velut luna,
statu variabilis,
semper crescis aut decrescis;
vita detestabilis
nunc obdurat et tunc curat
ludo mentis aciem,
egestatem, potestatem
dissolvit ut glaciem.
Sors immanis et inanis,
rota tu volubilis,
status malus, vana salus
semper dissolubilis,
obumbrata et velata
michi quoque niteris;
nunc per ludum dorsum nudum
fero tui sceleris.
Sors salutis et virtutis
michi nunc contraria,
est affectus et defectus
semper in angaria.
Hac in hora sine mora
corde pulsum tangite;
quod per sortem sternit fortem,
mecum omnes plangite!

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