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. (Repeated)