From The Place Where We Are Right,

And As We Stray Further From Love, We Multiply The Words. Had We Remained Together We Could Have Become A Silence.

Tonight I Think Again Of Many Days That Are Sacrificed For One Night Of Love. Of The Waste And The Fruit Of The Waste, Of Plenty And Of Fire. And How Painlessly-time.

I Wanted To Be Calm, Like A Mound With All Its Cities Destroyed, And Tranquil, Like A Full Cemetery.

What Are You Going To Do Now? You'll Collect Loves Like Stamps. You've Got Doubles And No One Will Trade With You. And You've Got Damaged Ones.

The World Of Religion Isn't A Logical World; That's Why Children Like It. It's A World Of Worked-out Fantasies, Very Similar To Children's Stories Or Fairy Tales.