Hard is the road that the nonconformers follow, Under the pressure of the people of the crowds, Gone are all lifes pleasures, they must face a life of troubles, On the path among the cruel and the dark stormy clouds.
It is fear that takes me from my happy pasture; that is all. I am happy in all there is, except for what I fear. Fear will reduce the strongest man to a whimpering child. People of the world, do not fear me. I am the one who is always afraid..