You know the value of every article of merchandise, but if you don't know the value of your own soul, it's all foolishness.
Stop the words now. Open the window in the center of your chest, and let the spirits fly in and out.
A strange passion is moving in my head. My heart has become a bird Which searches in the sky. Every part of me goes in different directions. Is it really so That the one I love is everywhere?
Don't complain about autumn. Walk with grief like a good friend. Listen to what he says. Sometimes the cold and dark of a cave give the opening we most want.
You've seen my descent, now watch my rising.
Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.