In truitina
Carmina Burana
In the balance
In the wavering balance of my feelings
contrary things contend
lustful love and modesty.
But I choose what I see,
submitting my neck to the yoke;
I yield to the sweet yoke.
In the wavering balance of my feelings
contrary things contend
lustful love and modesty.
But I choose what I see,
submitting my neck to the yoke;
I yield to the sweet yoke.