Ein treff­li­ches Arran­ge­ment von Sir David Gil­mour (bekannt als Gitar­rist und Sän­ger von Pink Floyd) — und ein noch schö­ne­rer Text vom Alt­meis­ter Wil­liam Shake­speare.

(Hat Tip to The Atlan­tic)

Und hier der Text:

Shall I com­pa­re thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more tem­pe­ra­te:
Rough winds do shake the dar­ling buds of May,
And summer’s lea­se hath all too short a date:
Some­time too hot the eye of hea­ven shi­nes,
And often is his gold com­ple­xi­on dimm’d;
And every fair from fair some­time decli­nes,
By chan­ce, or nature’s chan­ging cour­se, untrimm’d;
But thy eter­nal sum­mer shall not fade
Nor lose pos­ses­si­on of that fair thou ow’st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eter­nal lines to time thou grow’st;
So long as men can bre­a­the or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
 – via www.shakespeare-online.com