Текст Marianne Faithfull – Prologue

Midway, this way of life we’re bound upon
I woke to find myself in a dark wood
Where the right road was wholly lost, and gone

Aye me, how hard to speak of it

But when, at last, I stood beneath a steep hillside
Which closed that valley’s wandering maze
Whose dread had pierced me to the heart root deep

Then I looked up, and saw the morning rays
Mantle its shoulder from that planet bright
Which guides men’s feet aright
On all their ways