Текст песни Antonio Vivaldi - Осень. Adagio molto, Ubriachi dormienti. Спящие пьяные

Sonnet:

    Noise peasant harvest festival.
    Fun, laughter, fervent songs ringing!
    And Bacchus juice, blood igniting,
    All weak knocks down, giving a sweet dream.

    And the others are eager to continue,
    But singing and dancing already could not stand.
    And, completing the joy of pleasure,
    In very strong sleep all night plunges.

    And in the morning at sunrise jump to forest
    Hunters and rangers with them.
    And finding the trail, pack of hounds is lowered,
    Recklessly driven beast, the horn blowing.

    Scared terrible din,
    Wounded, weakening fugitive
    From dogs festering stubbornly runs,
    But more often die, finally.