Nobody Understands Another's Sorrow, And Nobody Another's

The Guitar Is A Wonderful Instrument Which Is Understood By Few.

Why Does God Endow Us With Compassion?

Happy Is The Man Who Finds A True Friend, And Far Happier Is He Who Finds That True Friend In His Wife.

Every Night When I Go To Bed, I Hope That I May Never Wake Again, And Every Morning Renews My Grief.

When I Wished To Sing Of Love, It Turned To Sorrow. And When I Wished To Sing Of Sorrow, It Was Transformed For Me Into Love.