In the hands of vicious men, a mob will do anything. But under good leaders it's quite a different story.
Surely again, to heal men's wounds by music's spell.
To the fool, he who speaks wisdom will sound foolish.
It's not beauty but fine qualities, my girl, that keep a husband.
Disaster appears, to crush one man now, but afterward another.
Who then will dare to say I'm weak or timid? No, they'll say I'm loyal as a friend, ruthless as a foe, so much like a hero destined for glory.