What a piece of work is man How noble in reason How infinite in faculties In form and moving How express and admirable In action how like an angel In apprehension how like a god The beauty of the world The paragon of animals
I have of late But wherefore I know not Lost all my mirth This goodly frame The earth Seems to me a sterile promontory This most excellent canopy The air-- look you! This brave o'erhanging firmament This majestical roof Fretted with golden fire Why it appears no other thing to me Than a foul and pestilent congregation Of vapors
What a piece of work is man How noble in reason
How dare they try to end this beauty? How dare they try to end this beauty?
Walking in space We find the purpose of peace The beauty of life You can no longer hide
Our eyes are open Our eyes are open Our eyes are open Our eyes are open Wide wide wide! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
