Kurt Weill
Stay Well
[IRINA]
If I tell truth to you, my love, my own
Grief is your gift to me, grief alone
Wild passion at midnight
Wild anger at dawn
Yet when you're absent
I weep, you gone

Stay well, oh keeper of my love
Go well throughout all your days
Your star, my luckiest star above
Your ways, the luckiest ways
Since unto you my one love is given
And since with you it will remain
Though you bring fear at dawn, despair at even
Stay well, come well to my door again