Thomas Weelkes - Four arms, two necks, one wreathing - текст песни (слова), перевод

Four arms, two necks, one wreathing 
 Two pair of lips, one breathing.
 Fa la la la la la,
 Two hearts that multiply sighs interchangeably,
 Fa la la la la la,

 The thought of this confounds me,
 and as I speak it wounds me 
 Fa la la la la la,
 It cannot be express'd, Good help me while I rest,
 Fa la la la la la 

 Bad stomachs have their loathing,
 and O this all is nothing,
 Fa la la la la la 
 This so with griefs doth prove,
 report oft turns in love.
 Fa la la la la la