of all the people I\'ve met
of all the people who loved me
of all the people I have left
I chose few to be happy that life has taste and color
people who loved me were not lost
they are my inland rivers
without which the soul would dry up
Dead Sea at the turn of the times
there are people who love you unconditionally
there are people who remember you
and people for whom you do not exist
not even as a number in their statistics
drive me, O Lord, from the dry rivers
gather me in the land of green pastures
where rivers of love bathe the lips of the soul
and peace rises in the way of oblivion