It is my fire, it is my ropeDarius MilhaudIt is my fire, it is my rope,My cold, my mortal arrow.It is my devouring eagle,Which burns, ties, freezes, and wounds,And which devours endlesslyMy ever-dying heart.
← LibraryDarius Milhaud · songIt is my fire, it is my ropeIt is my fire, it is my rope by Darius Milhaud with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongIt is my fire, it is my ropeDarius MilhaudItˈɪtisˈɪzmymˈaɪfirefˈaɪə,itˈɪtisˈɪzmymˈaɪropeɹˈəʊp,Mymˈaɪcoldkˈəʊld,mymˈaɪmortalmˈɔːtəlarrowˈæɹəʊ.Itˈɪtisˈɪzmymˈaɪdevouringdɪvˈaʊəɹɪŋeagleˈiːɡəl,Whichwˈɪtʃburnsbˈɜːnz,tiestˈaɪz,freezesfɹˈiːzɪz,andˈændwoundswˈuːndz,AndˈændwhichwˈɪtʃdevoursdɪvˈaʊəzendlesslyˈɛndləsliMymˈaɪever-dyinghearthˈɑːt.