“Sing of my deedsTell of my combatsHow I fought the treacherous demonsForgive my failingsAnd bestow on me peace”

“Do me a favor, okay? Tell my parents that I fought well today. And tell them that I... that I... that I fought hard.”

“They have me singing in a reformatory. My singing would be enough to get me in, but I'd never be able to sing my way out.”

“Thank you for this precious day,These gifts you give to me,My heart so full of love for you,Sings praise for all I see,Oh, sing, for every mother's love,For every childhood tear,Oh, sing, for all the stars above,The peace beyond all fear”

“Let my heiress have full rights,Live in my house, sing songs that I composed.Yet how slowly my strength ebbs,How the tortured breast craves air.The love of my friends, my enemies' rancorAnd the yellow roses in my bushy garden,And a lover's burning tenderness—all thisI bestow upon you, messenger of dawn.Also the glory for which I was born,For which my star, like some whirlwind, soaredAnd now falls. Look, its fallingProphesies your power, love and inspiration.Preserving my generous bequest,You will live long and worthily.Thus it will be. You see, I am content,Be happy, but remember me.”

“Empty hands held highsuch a small sacrificeif not joined with my life, i sing in vain tonightmay the words i say, and the things i domake my lifesong sing to youLet my lifesong sing to you...”