A Loaf Of Bread, A Jug Of

I Hide My Grief, Just Like The Blessed Birds Hide Themselves When They Are Preparing To Die, My Love.

The Stars Are Setting And The Caravan Starts For The Dawn Of Nothing-oh, Make Haste!

To Be Free Of Belief And Unbelief Is My Religion.

My Friend, Let's Not Think Of Tomorrow, But Let's Enjoy This Fleeting Moment Of Life.

When You Are So Full Of Sorrow That You Can't Walk, Can't Cry Anymore, Think About The Green Foliage That Sparkles After The Rain. When The Daylight Exhausts You, When You Hope A Final Night Will Cover The World, Think About The Awakening Of A Young Child.