Neither greed for power nor thirst for gloryare as dizzyas the passions of love

Love is an eternal struggle with the angel.From dawn to night.Without mercy.The opponent is often stronger.But woe to himwho doesn’t realizethat his angel has no wingsand will not bless.

Everything on earth has happened before,nothing is new,but woe to the loverswho fail to discover a fresh blossomin every future kiss.

Love is something hugeYou’ll find out thatEven if there were revolution in the whole wide worldStill somewhere on green grassLovers would have time to hold handsAnd lean their heads towards one another.