Bernart de Ventadorn

When I see the lark beating

When I see the lark beating

When I see the lark beating When I see the lark beating Its wings in joy against the rays of the sun That it forgets itself and lets itself fall Because of the sweetness that comes to its heart, Alas! Such great envy then overwhelms me Of all those whom I see rejoicing, I wonder that my heart, at th... »