If love blooms, if youth unfurls, dear one,
Why then this sorrow?
If spring's own breath is life's caress, dear one,
Why then this sorrow?
If love blooms, if youth unfurls, dear one,
Why then this sorrow?
Why grieve for a tomorrow yet unseen?
Unseen and still unborn?
Why let a friend die before death's dark decree?
Die before their time?
This world, a fleeting vision, dear one,
Why then this sorrow?
If love blooms, if youth unfurls, dear one,
Why then this sorrow?
Raise high your crown, the strings awaken, play!
Play the sweet melody!
Give voice, the past now fades away, it fades away!
Time’s revelry is ever near, dear one,
Why then this sorrow?
If love blooms, if youth unfurls, dear one,
Why then this sorrow?
If love blooms, if youth unfurls, dear one,
Why then this sorrow?
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