Текст песни Rupert Graves - Richard II

What? Music? Haha Hold the line:
After all, tuned music is terrible!
Is it not so with the music of human souls?
I catch here with a sensitive ear
Falsity of instruments, violation of order,
A violation of the system in the state
I could not hear on time.
I spent a long time to no avail
But time spent me.
The clock is wasteful, I myself became a watch:
Minutes are thoughts; sighs measure their course;
The time count is on the dial of the eyes,
Where the pointing arrow is a finger,
Which sweeps away tears to the ground;
The battle talking about the past hour
Moaning, beating in the heart,
Like a bell. So sighs and moans
Keep my score for minutes and hours.
Obedient to the triumph of Bolingbroke,
Time is running out; I am motionless
Standing cuckoo on his watch.
No more music. I'm tired.
Though they say they treat her crazy
I'm afraid I'll lose my mind from her.
And well, let her be sent to me
Blessed. Cause it's a sign of love
And love for Richard is such a rarity
Such a value in this world is evil.