Texty:
Lady Macbeth

Like a jester dressed, in a silly gown Something evil came to town At the darkest hour, in the dead of night All who'd listen gathered round From the

Preklad: Macbeth. Lady Lily Biela.

White dove lay lifeless on a crown of thorns Beside a broken sword Whirlwind blew out a candle Heartrending cry Tears were streaming down her face Cold