THE TEMPEST - William Shakespeare
If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to th' welkin’s cheek,
Dashes the fire out. Oh, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer. A brave vessel
Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her
Dashed all to pieces. Oh, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
It should the good ship so have swallowed and
The fraughting souls within her. (Act 1, Scene 2)
Ništa mi neće ovaj dan pokvarit...za one koji ne razumiju hrvatski.....I woke up this morning with a smile on my face...And nobody's gonna bring me down today...
I'm gonna keep on singing my song