And in the presence of that evening Charged with meaning and with stars I opened for the first time to the tender indifference of the world As if my great anger had purged me of all evil Emptied me of everything of hope in finding it so like me Beyond control and ability so fraternal and in the presence of that evening Charged with meaning and with stars I opened for the first time To the tender indifference of the world I withheld beauty so that all would be complete So that I could whisper a new song and fell less alone I gave up my insides and the only things left for me to hope For there will be many smiling people Looking on the day of my execution And that they would welcome me with Cries of hate as if my great anger had purged me of all evil Emptied me of everything of hope welcome me with cries of hate