But he that dares not gasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.
Throw the first key into the sea of hate,
Throw the second key into the sea of fear,
Throw the third key into the sea of senselessness
And make the people hold each other's hands.
The fourth key belongs into the sea of greed,
And the fifth into the sea of ignorance,
Disease, disease, disease my friend,
For this whole world's in devil's hand.
Disease, disease, disease my friend,
Throw the key or you may die.
Ton front marmoréen, ta démarche si fière
Et de tes yeux profonds l’insoutenable ardeur
Font plier mon orgueil sous ta calme grandeur
Je te crains et je t’aime ô douce meurtrière