آهنگ موریس راول - Ravel: Pavane pour une infante défunte, M. 19

Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes Snare truth in bone and globe Harlequins coin pointless games Sneer jokes in parrot's robe Two women weep, dame Scarlet screen Sheds sudden theater rain, Whilst dark in dream the midnight queen Knows every human pain In air, fire, earth and water World on the scales Air, fire, earth and water Balance of change World on the scales On the scales Bishop's kings spin judgment's blade Scratch "faith" on nameless graves Harvest hags hoard ash and sand Rack rope and chain for slaves Who fireside fear fermented words Then rear to spoil the feast Whilst in the aisle the mad man smiles To him it matters least Heroes hands drain stones for blood To whet the scaling knife Magi blind with visions light Net death in dread of life Their children kneel in jesus till They learn the price of nail, Whilst all around our mother earth Waits balanced on the scales