Testo di Lord Byron

When a child he lived in poverty wealth developed in his mind handsom, pale, aristocratic ancestry Byron was his name Cambridge days, those were the crazy days he, the leader of a new wave profile posed against a stormy, windy sky a symbol for the brave One thousand cups of gold many the stories told so many heroes alive He, no one could control earth was no home to him bright is the place of his soul England in the 19th century had condemned him as depraved with his exile his extravagance was paid while the public raved Water city of the heart he chose Venice, a lover and a friend a crazy caravan of countess monkey and dogs he set a gypsy trend One thousand cups of gold many the stories told so many heroes alive He, no one could control earth was no home to him bright is the place of his soul With the poets that will never die nothern winds blew him to Greece in the agian water's ancient battle zone Byron rests in peace