Sing a song to me, and I'll weep tears of gold.
And they will spread wealth and prosperity, like a plague,
from the vastness of the stars, to the corners of the earth,
so that all and every being could share in my joy.
For there is no better heaven than a throne room bathed,
in the sweet, nectarous sound of a sad song proclaimed.
And my heart thunders for no other earthly comfort,
than to recognize your ballad so treasured.
