Текст Bjork – Sonnets / Unrealities XI
Текст:
It may not always be so
And I say that if your lips
Which I have loved
Should touch another’s
And your dear strong fingers clutch his heart
As mine in time not far away
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 shall I turn my face
And hear one bird sing terribly afar in the lost lands
