Oh no, my life is not tired,
I love to live, I want to live,
The soul is not at all lost interest,
The loss of his youth.
Still stored delight
For my curiosity,
For sweet dreams of imagination,
For all the senses.
Oh no, my life is not tired,
I love to live, I want to live,
The soul is not at all lost interest,
The loss of his youth.
Still stored delight
For my curiosity,
For sweet dreams of imagination,
For all the senses.
