Even if I did not believe in life If I lost my faith in the order of things Were convinced, in fact, that everything is a disorderly, damnable, and devil-ridden chaos If I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment Still I would want to live And, having once tasted the cup I would not turn away from it Until I had drained it You are trying to save me You are trying to save me But, perhaps, I am not lost If I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment Still I would want to live And, having once tasted the cup I would not turn away from it Is an unworthy, uncaring father still entitled to the love and respect of his sons? You are trying to save me But, perhaps, I am not lost You are trying to save me But, perhaps, I am not Lost