english: I'd like to begin this song I wrote about ceaseless yearning and never-ending want with a poem of popular Petrarchan paradoxes by Sir Thomas Wyatt the Elder: "I find no peace, and all my war is done; I fear and hope, I burn and freeze like ice; I fly above the wind, and yet I cannot arise; And naught I have, and all the world I seize upon."
non_english: Želela bih da ovu pesmu koju sam napisala o neprestanoj žudnji i stalnom traženju započnem pesmom o popularnim paradoksima Petrarke koju je napisao ser Tomas Vajat stariji: "Nemam mira, a ne ratujem više, bojim se i nadam se, gorim i ledim se, letim iznad vetra a ne mogu se uzdići; A ništa nemam i hvatam se za ceo svet."