In each breast there is only one heart beat

And there´s only one road you can go

And if you´re afraid to walk down it

You will never arrive at your goal

Love´s map is erratic and lawless

Its ways rose-coloured and wild

If you wish for a future that´s certain

Be not by love´s vision beguiled

If you don´t know the weight of earth´s burden

When the bell tolls its knell in the gloom

Then your life is a tissue of fancy

And as dry as the dust of the tomb