Björk - Sonnets , Unrealities XI (With The Icelandic Choir) | Текст песни

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• Sonnets , Unrealities XI (With The Icelandic Choir)

It may not always be so
And I say and if your lips
Which I have loved
Should touch another's
And your dear strong fingers clutch her heart
As mine in time not far away

If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know
Or such great writhing words as uttering overmuch
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay

If this should be, I say if this should be
You of my heart, send me a little word
That I may go unto her and take her hands saying
Accept all happiness from me
Then I shall turn my face
And hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands