Текст Loreena McKennitt – Prospero’s Speech

Now my charms are o’erthrown
And what strength I have’s mine own
Which is most faint; now t’is true
I must be here confined by you

But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of your’s my sails
Must fill or else my project fails
Which was to please

Which was to please, now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant
And my ending is despair
Unless I be relieved by prayer

Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults
As you from crimes would pardon’d be
Let your indulgence set me free