paroles de chanson Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow - Deborah Stokol

The Queen, my lord, is dead, my lord
The Queen, my lord, is dead

She should have died hereafter
There would have been Time for such a word
She should have died hereafter
There would have been Time for such a word

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Creeps in this petty pace

From day to day to the last syllable of Recorded Time

And all our yesterdays
And all our yesterdays
Have lighted fools to dusty death

And all our yesterdays
And all our yesterdays
Have lighted fools the way to dusty death

Out, out, out
Out, out, out
Out, out, out

Brief candle

Life's but a walking shadow
A poor player upon the stage

A poor player
Who struts and frets his hour
Upon the stage

And then is heard
No more
Is heard
And then is heard
No more

It is a tale
Told by an idiot
It is a tale told by an idiot

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Creeps in this petty pace

From day to day to the last syllable of Recorded Time

And all our yesterdays
And all our yesterdays
Have lighted fools to dusty death

And all our yesterdays
And all our yesterdays
Have lighted fools the way to dusty death

Full of sound and fury
Sound and fury
Sound and fury
Sound and fury

Signifying nothing

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow

Creeps in this petty pace

From day to day to the last syllable of Recorded Time

And all our yesterdays
And all our yesterdays
Have lighted fools to dusty death

And all our yesterdays
And all our yesterdays
Have lighted fools the way to dusty death