My spirit, you move with agility.
And, like a good swimmer who swoons in the waves.
You merrily crisscross the deep immensity
With an indescribable and male voluptuousness.
And drink, like a pure and divine liqueur.
The clear fire that fills the limpid spaces.
Behind the troubles and the vast sorrows
Who load the misty existence with their weight.
Happy is he who can with a vigorous wing
Surge towards the luminous and serene fields;
And drink, like a pure and divine liquor.
The clear fire which fills the limpid spaces.
The one whose thoughts, like larks.
Towards the heavens in the morning take free flight.
- Who soars about life, and understands without effort
The language of flowers and silent things!
And drink, like a pure and divine liqueur.
The clear fire that fills limpid spaces.
My spirit, you move with agility.
And, like a good swimmer who swoons in the waves.
You merrily crisscross the deep immensity
With a indescribable and male voluptuousness.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN