Текст песни W. A. Mozart - Requiem - Tuba mirum

Tuba mirum

Tuba mirum spargens sonum
per sepulcra regionum,
coget omnes ante thronum.

Mors stupebit et natura.
Cum resurget creatura
judicanti responsura.

Liber scriptus proferetur
in quo totum continetur
unde mundus judicetur.

Judex ergo cum sedebit
quidquid latet apparebit:
nil inultum remanebit.

Quid sum miser tunc dicturus,
quem patronum rogaturus,
cum vix justus sit securus?

Trumpet voice

Trumpet voice spreading
over death in all lands,
summons everyone to the throne.

Death will numb and nature,
when the created thing appears,
to answer the judge.

The prescribed is proclaimed,
in which everything was predicted,
from where the world will be judged.

When the judge sits down
everything secret will become clear
nothing will remain without vengeance.

How can I justify myself, unhappy,
which patron will I turn to,
if only the righteous will be delivered from fear?