Inchoate (T. Ossyra)
If I speak in the tongues of men and angels
If I have the gift of prophecy
If I can fathom all mysteries and knowledge
And don't have love - I gain nothing for me
If I give all I posess to the poor and weak
If I feed the bourgeoisie
If I surrender my body to the flames
And don't have love - I gain nothing for me
You, you are
You, you are
You, you are
The love
Love is patient, love is kind
It does not envy or boast
It always protects and trusts and hopes
It rejoices with the truth
You, you are
You, you are
You, you are
The love