| Lyrics: | (An Angel came to me and said: 'O pittable,
foolish young man! O horrible! O dreadful
state!
Consider the hot, burning dungeon
thou art preparing for thyself to all
Eternity, to which
thou art going in such career.')
What a nice symphony!
Where are you singing
from?
I heard your voice -
Perhaps, your lips still speak these magic words: |