I was with someone who seemed like Louise; I began singing to her. I sang the song slowly and my voice seemed to have a rich intonation, uniquely individual. As I sang, it seemed as if Louise were making fun of me somewhat; but I knew she was getting the message of the song. I sang, "Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the town are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound. The triangles tinkle and the trumpets play low. Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire and I must go. There's no need for sorrow, there's no need for blame, there's nothing to lose, everything's still the same. Just a table standing empty by the edge of the sea. Farewell, Angelina, the sky is falling and I must leave."