Stetit puella III. Cour dAmours by Carl Orff Lyrics

Latina

[Solo per Soprano]

Stetit puella
rufa tunica;
Si quis eam tetigit,
tunica crepuit.
Eia!

Stetit puella
tamquam rosula:
facie splenduit
os eius floruit.
Eia!

 
English

A girl stood
in a red tunic;
if anyone touched it,
the tunic rustled.
Eia!
A girl stood
like a little rose:
her face was radiant
and her mouth in bloom.
Eia!