Go to the other one,
From the pain of passion
The joy of death,
I'm too young,
You can't live without passion,
You're too young,
You can't waste a good night in summer,
Ask for nothing.
Those boring old questions,
Prophet and soothsayer
Never answered.
Because, honey,
Feeling is better than knowledge,
wisdom
It's just that there's no traditional heritage for children,
The beating of passion,
The spark of youth,
More valuable than the wise man's cellar motto:
no
With that dead philosophy
Harass your soul,
We want to
Love with your heart, kiss with your lips and see with your eyes!
Didn't you hear that?
The cackling of the nightingale,
Like running water.
From the long-necked silver bottle,
She sings so softly.
Shame the moon,
Hang high
Such a distant blue sky,
You can't hear it.
Melody ecstatic with love.