(MacBeth) Banquo is gone, his soul I feel My eyes are closed his words are real So much to ponder, so much has changed Not long ago I was a nobleman, now I am king My lady and my guests await me in honor My thoughts haunt me inside on the path I've laid I shake with fear, his voice I hear Banquo is dead, now he's in my head He haunts my night. He haunts my day Leave my mind, my friend; leave my guilt, I pray Leave my lady; excuse our guests for you see I'm mad Rid with guilt I've slain my friend, lost the bond we had I must flee to the witches' place and give my mind rest I fear more murder to do; we'll be put to the testTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
