Sonnet Xviii — текст песни (Bryan Ferry)

(by william shakespeare)



Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

And summers lease hath all too short a date,

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmd;

And every fair from fair sometime declines,

By chance or natures changing course untrimmd;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade

Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;

Nor shall death brag thou wanderst in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.