Do not scare us, Dear friend,
Holly close housewarming:
Right, us such idleness
engage in no time.
Let kiss the ground the cup of life
Slowly pulls the other;
Well, we lose our youth
Together with the road of life;
Each in his tomb
We sit down on the threshold:
In Paphos Queen
Fresh scrounge wreath,
Once at the correct moment of laziness,
Pour in a circular vessel -
And a crowd of our shadows
To quiet Lethe flee.
Death is a moment our bright;
And girlfriend tricksy
Gather their light ashes
At the urns idle peers.
