letra de the psalm of life - the sea nymphs
tell me not in mournful numbers
life is but an empty dream
for the soul is dead that slumbers
‘n’ things are not what they seem
life is real, life is earnest
and the grave is not its goal
dust thou art, to dust returnest
was not spoken of the soul
not enjoyment, and not sorrow
is our destined end or way
but to act, that each to-morrow
find us farther than to-day
in the world’s broad field of battle
in the bivouac of life
be not like dumb, driven cattle
be a hero in the strife
art is long and timе is fleeting
and our hearts, though stout and brave
still, like m-fflеd drums, are beating
funeral marches to the grave
lives of great men all remind us
we can make our lives sublime
and, departing, leave behind us
footsteps on the sands of-
footprints, that perhaps another
sailing o’er life’s solemn main
a forlorn and shipwrecked brother
seeing, shall take heart-
let us, then, be up and doing
with a heart for any fate
still achieving, still pursuing
learn to labour and to wait
letras aleatórias
- letra de intro - s yquestionmark
- letra de still - fine before you came
- letra de i don't know them - nanakorx
- letra de rapelectroschokk - дима бамберг (dima bamberg)
- letra de cadáver putrefacto - cadaver putrefacto
- letra de wait - mbm "terminal 321"
- letra de potëmkin - milva
- letra de caan hol' wi down - shatta wale
- letra de runner runaway - andrew runner
- letra de /b/ухать - мб пакет (mb packet)