Dance to the triple beat,
Dance to the triple beat, old age,
youth, and the bloom of youth,
a thousand hues,
a thousand hues, yet life,
a bubble on the water's face,
dance to the triple beat.
The verdant bough,
the verdant bough, must it be,
plundered in autumn's grasp,
the flower that blooms today in gardens,
the flower that,
the flower that blooms today in gardens,
fated to wither tomorrow,
the dawn breaks, the tale concludes,
the dawn breaks, the tale concludes,
of a dewdrop's fleeting span,
dance to the triple beat.
To seize the whole world,
to seize the whole world,
a foolish soul races on,
the weary earth becomes the bed,
the weary earth,
the weary earth becomes the bed,
and dust the shroud above,
dreams of joy turn to dust,
dreams of joy turn to dust,
of worldly sovereignty,
dance to the triple beat.
The thirst, the yearning for love's drop,
the thirst, the yearning for love's drop,
even ponds and lakes run dry,
though bound, it could not be quenched,
though bound, it could,
though bound, it could not be quenched,
though countless lives have passed,
even seven seas cannot offer,
even seven seas cannot offer,
a single drop of water,
dance to the triple beat.
Dance to the triple beat, old age,
youth, and the bloom of youth,
a thousand hues, yet life,
a bubble on the water's face,
dance to the triple beat.
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