And I see that slowly your tears are drying

And I see an ocean made by your crying

And the ocean that's within...



And I see misery to forget it I must

And all of the memories are lost

And the ocean is here within me

Flows on like an ever tear



In us all there are two separate sides

That which is evil and that which is good

Some people live by one side and others by the second

Both of them have a little bit of the other

But it must remain clear that the two depend on each other

Remember, evil is a part of the good and not the opposite

There is no sadness without joy and there is no joy without pain

There is no holy without impure and there can be no blasphemy without

holyness,

Thus the two sides must live in harmony

Unbalanced forever the evil urge brought lots of pain

It is so hard to defeat it

The evil urge sometimes arrives with heavy boots

And sometimes in gentle cat's steps

And even through blessed deeds it can drive you into deeds of wrong

A here is the one which concurs his urge

And so we must wonder what shall be the faith of the man who destroys one

and embraces the other...



The storm still rages...