Wild Honey Smells Of Freedom The Dust

If I Can't Have Love, If I Can't Find Peace, / Give Me A Bitter Glory.

The Triumphs Of A Mysterious Non-meeting Are Desolate Ones; Unspoken Phrases, Silent Words.

We Are All Carousers And Loose Women Here; How Unhappy We Are Together!

... He Is Rewarded With A Form Of Eternal Childhood, With The Bounty And Vigilance Of The Stars, The Whole World Was His Inheritance And He Shared It With Everyone.

We Learned Not To Meet Anymore, We Don't Raise Our Eyes To One Another, But We Ourselves Won't Guarantee What Could Happen To Us In An Hour.