If The Romans Had Been Obliged To

If You Wish To Strive For Peace Of Soul And Pleasure, Then Believe.

Every Period Of Time Is A Sphinx That Throws Itself Into The Abyss As Soon As Its Riddle Has Been Solved.

But A Day Must Come When The Fire Of Youth Will Be Quenched In My Veins, When Winter Will Dwell In My Heart, When His Snow Flakes Will Whiten My Locks, And His Mists Will Dim My Eyes. Then My Friends Will Lie In Their Lonely Grave, And I Alone Will Remain Like A Solitary Stalk Forgotten By The Reaper.

Thinking Of Germany In The Night Robs Me Of My Sleep.

Music Played At Weddings Always Reminds Me Of The Music Played For Soldiers Before They Go Into Battle.