And Here Am I, Budding Among The

If Nothing Saves Us From Death, At Least Love Should Save Us From Life

Who Writes Your Name In Letters Of Smoke Among The Stars Of The South? Oh Let Me Remember You As You Were Before You Existed.

I Stroll Along Serenely, With My Eyes, My Shoes, My Rage, Forgetting Everything.

Give Me, For My Life, All Lives, Give Me All The Pain Of Everyone, I'm Going To Turn It Into Hope. Give Me All The Joys, Even The Most Secret, Because Otherwise How Will These Things Be Known? I Have To Tell Them, Give Me The Labors Of Everyday, For That's What I Sing.

Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.