He Who Awaits The Call,

Follow Your Path, And Let The People Talk.

Now You Know How Much My Love For You Burns Deep In Me When I Forget About Our Emptiness, And Deal With Shadows As With Solid Things.

There's Not The Least Thing Can Be Said Or Done, But People Will Talk And Find Fault.

Doubting Charms Me Not Less Than Knowledge.

And As He, Who With Laboring Breath Has Escaped From The Deep To The Shore, Turns To The Perilous Waters And Gazes.