Текст песни Неизвестен - Монолог Гамлета

To be or not to be, that is the question. It is worth it
Succumb to the blows of fate,
Or need to resist
And in a mortal battle with a whole sea of ​​troubles
End them? Die. To be forgotten.
And know that by this break the chain
Heartaches and thousands of hardship,
Native to the body. Is not this the goal
Coveted? To die. Sleeping to forget.
To fall asleep ... and to dream? Here is the answer.
What dreams in that mortal dream will dream,
When is the veil of earthly feeling taken off?
This is the solution. That's what lengthens
To misfortunes our lives for so many years.
And then who would take down the humiliation of the century,
Wrong oppressors, nobles
Arrogance, an aborted feeling,
A little court and most of all
Mockery of unworthy people over worthy,
When it so easily reduces all the ends
A dagger blow! Who would have agreed,
Groaning, under the burden of life,
Whenever the unknown after death,
Fear of the country, from where neither
Did not return, did not decline the will
To put up better with the familiar evil,
The more you try to get to a stranger!
So all of us in cowards turn a thought,
And withers, like a flower, our determination
In the barrenness of a mental impasse,
So the plans perish with a grand scale,
In the beginning promised success,
From the long delays. But enough!
Ophelia! O joy! Remember
My sins in my prayers, Oh, nymph.