Benedict Cumberbatch - 'Richard' by Carol Ann Duffy (26.03.2015) | Текст песни

• Тексты песен
• Benedict Cumberbatch
• 'Richard' by Carol Ann Duffy (26.03.2015)

My bones, scripted in light, upon cold soil,
a human braille. My skull, scarred by a crown,
emptied of history. Describe my soul
as incense, votive, vanishing; your own
the same. Grant me the carving of my name.

These relics, bless. Imagine you re-tie
a broken string and on it thread a cross,
the symbol severed from me when I died.
The end of time – an unknown, unfelt loss –
unless the Resurrection of the Dead…

or I once dreamed of this, your future breath
in prayer for me, lost long, forever found;
or sensed you from the backstage of my death,
as kings glimpse shadows on a battleground.

Benedict Cumberbatch еще тексты