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The slings and arrows of outrageous Fortune…

Praştiile şi săgeţile lui Hamlet sunt oarecum demodate pe câmpurile de luptă din zilele noastre…  În versurile de mai jos, înlocuiţi totuşi cuvântul „king” cu un cuvânt potrivit, care să merite efortul. Nu de a-l înlocui, desigur.

He had white horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

White lace and feathers
They made up his bed
A gold covered mattress
On which he was laid

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

He went to fight wars
For his country and his king
Of his honor and his glory
The people would sing

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

A bullet had found him
His blood ran as he cried
No money could save him
So he laid down and he died

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was

Viaţa ca o melodie tristă

Nu ştiu dacă Greg Lake a scris versurile acestei melodii, dar în mod sigur autorul nu le-a văzut puse în pagină ca mai jos. Poate că ar fi aflat răspunsul la ultima întrebare…

C’est la vie
Have your leaves all turned to brown
Will you scatter them around you
C’est la vie
Do you love
And then how am I to know
If you dont let your love show for me
C’est la vie

Oh c’est la vie
Oh c’est la vie
Who knows, who cares, for me
C’est la vie

In the night
Do you light a lover’s fire
Do the ashes of desire for you remain
Like the sea
There’s a love to deep to show
Took a storm before my love
Flowed for you
C’est la vie

Oh c’est la vie
Oh c’est la vie
Who knows, who cares, for me
C’est la vie

Like a song
Out of tune and out of time
All I needed was a rhyme for you
C’est la vie
Do you give
Do you live from day to day
Is there no song I can play for you
C’est la vie

Oh c’est la vie
Oh c’est la vie
Who knows, who cares, for me
C’est la vie
C’est la vie
C’est la vie
C’est la vie

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