Do not go gentle into that good night Old age would burn and rave at close of day Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Though wise men at their end know dark is right Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay Rage, rage against the dying of the light
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in light, flight And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way Do not go gentle into that good night
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay Rage, rage against the dying of the light
And you, my father there on the sad height Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray Do not go gentle into that good night
Rage, rage against the dying of the light Do not go gentle into that good night Rage, rage against the dying of the light Do not go gentle into that good night Rage, rage against the dying of the light The dying of the lightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
