Grab my hand, do not follow the crowd
If you do, I will make the flock follow you
That lamentation will turn to singing
That weeping will turn to feast
Just follow me and I will feed you
Be naked and be a small fly...
It only lick the dirt thrown on the ground
This will remind you that you are once a star
Subdue thy thirst!
It will be a long waltz...
A void and clogged hall...
That calamity will be your courage
For we will make a nest among the stars.