Текст песни The Answer

When i go back to earth And all my joyous body Puts off the red and white That once had been so proud If men should pass above With false and feeble pity My dust will find a voice To answer them aloud Be still, i am content Take back your poor compassion Joy is a flame in me Too steady to destroy Lithe as a bending reed Loving the storm that sways her I found more joy in sorrow Than you could find in joy