Текст песни Coil - Xi. Montecute (civ)
Coil - Xi. Montecute (civ) слова песни
To me, fair friend, you never can be old,For as you were when first your eye I eyed,Such seems your beauty still. Three winters coldHave from the forests shook three summers` pride,Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turn`dIn process of the seasons have I seen,Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burn`d,Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.Ah! yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,Steal from his figure and no pace perceived;So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,Hath motion and mine eye may be deceived: For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred; Ere you were born was beauty`s summer dead.