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Clément Janequin
(c.1485 - 1558)
Réveillez-vous, c'est trop dormi
(S.A.T.B. (or A.T.T.B.))
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Pub. 1540. This edition is offered at original pitch for S.A.T.B. or transposed down a fourth for A.T.T.B.
Lyrics: Anon
Réveillez-vous, c'est trop dormi,
Faisons au dieu d'amours hommage.
N'entendez-vous point votre ami
Qui chante l'amoureux ramage?
Las, il n'a bon jour ni demi,
Pour aimer votre personnage.
Wake up, you've overslept.
Let us pay our respects to the god of love.
Don't you hear your friend at all,
Who sings sweet nothings?
There isn't, alas, a full day, nor even a half,
To adore your character.
Réveillez-vous, c'est trop dormi,
Faisons au dieu d'amours hommage.
N'entendez-vous point votre ami
Qui chante l'amoureux ramage?
Las, il n'a bon jour ni demi,
Pour aimer votre personnage.
Wake up, you've overslept.
Let us pay our respects to the god of love.
Don't you hear your friend at all,
Who sings sweet nothings?
There isn't, alas, a full day, nor even a half,
To adore your character.