There was a maid as fair and plain you'd ever hear, She once has met a wealthy man, his beard all sky-bright blue, He spoke in riddles, smelled of dust, and he looked queer, But gold and titles weaved the spell that words could never do, His beard was blue.
He gave her keys that could reveal his fears and worries, The labyrinth of passages, all shadowed and perplexed, There was a room that he forbade... oh, you know the story - Since for a maiden plain and fair it could be triple hexed. Guess what was next?
Blood upon the keyring, Blood upon the walls - Oh, the Duke is nearing, Oh, his weredog growls, Oh, it's so inhuman, Oh, you cannot wait, Run, you silly woman - Bluebeard's at the gate.
Wife of Bluebeard - now you'll die. You disobeyed - now you'll die. You earned his hate - now you'll die. Wife of Bluebeard - now you'll die.
It was his beard, the wise men say, that was unholy, A price for sorcery from which his fame and fortune grew - A decent man is (a) poor and shaggy alcoholic, And that is fine if facial hair is anything but blue.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
