Текст песни Tybalt

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds
that sees into the bottom of my grief ?
Oh, sweet my mother cast me not away,
delay this mariage for a month, a week !
Or if you do not make the bridal bed
in that dim monument where Tybalt lies !
Or if you do not make the bridal bed
in that dim monument where Tybalt lies !

My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven Beton Beborn - Tybalt - http://ru.motolyrics.com/beton-beborn/tybalt-lyrics.html
How shall this faith return again to earth
Unless that husband send it back to me from heaven
by leaving earth, by leaving earth

God's bread, it makes me mad
Day, Night, Hour, Tide, Time, Work, Play
God's bread, it makes me mad
Day, Night, Hour, Tide, Time, Work, Play

Nothing is Impossible!