Oh I've Plenty Of Time, My Time

For, After All, You Do Grow Up, You Do Outgrow Your Ideals, Which Turn To Dust And Ashes, Which Are Shattered Into Fragments; And If You Have No Other Life, You Just Have To Build One Up Out Of These Fragments.

Hang Your Merit. I Don't Seek Anyone's Approbation.

Never Mind A Little Dirt, If The Goal Is Splendid!

You Will Burn And You Will Burn Out; You Will Be Healed And Come Back Again.

Here My Tears Are Falling, Nastenka. Let Them Flow, Let Them Flow - They Don't Hurt Anybody. They Will Dry Nastenka.