IrèneArthur HoneggerThe Lord Provost of Edinburgalways said that love was an illusion,until the day he lost his mother.He is weeping still.Irène, my little Irène,Love is terrible sorrow.
← LibraryArthur Honegger · songIrèneIrène by Arthur Honegger with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongIrèneArthur HoneggerTheðəLordlˈɔːdProvostpɹˈɒvɒstofˈɒvEdinburgalwaysˈɔːlweɪzsaidsˈɛdthatðˈætlovelˈʌvwaswˈɒzanˈɐnillusionɪlˈuːʒən,untilʌntˈɪltheðədaydˈeɪheˈhiːlostlˈɒsthishˈɪzmotherˈmʌðə.Heˈhiːisˈɪzweepingwˈiːpɪŋstillstˈɪl.Irène,mymˈaɪlittlelˈɪtəlIrène,Lovelˈʌvisˈɪzterribletˈɛɹəbəlsorrowsˈɒɹəʊ.