For whose sake are good women? For good men!
And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?
You left and I cried tears of blood. My sorrow grows. Its not just that You left. But when You left my eyes went with You. Now, how will I cry?
You soak up my soul and mingle me. Each drop of my blood cries out to the earth. We are partners, blended as one.
I am a drunkard from another kind of tavern. I dance to a silent tune. I am the symphony of stars.