Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.
The chess master says nothing, other than moving the silient chess piece.
If you wish mercy, show mercy to the weak.
To wander in the fields of flowers, pull the thorns from your heart.
Oh you, straying heart, just come! Oh you, aching liver, just come! If the path to the gate is closed, Take the way by the wall, but come!
Submit to love without thinking