Now the dew falls and now the sun rises
But you can't hear that
You lie without blouse and skirt
With your lips to my ear
Speak now seriously please you decided
You laugh songs, you sing jokes
You can but don't want to
A song about happiness the fragile
Now the sun rises and now dew falls
For poor people and for rich
But happiness has a poisoned thorn
Which one should carefully avoid
She likes to stay in a few days
But when you want to keep her
Her eyes turn cold
And you become bitter as bile
Now the dew falls without sound
And grass and leaves get wet
And every morning the sun rises bride
Although no bridal hymns are played
Ann-Katarin you should know that< br/>There is a happiness that dies of laughter
But it wants to be caressed at night
And it is still as water
Get out of bed Ann-Katarin
And listen to something important
There is a special kind of noble wine
Which you should enjoy carefully
Because if you drink it without sans
Does it lose its former luster
And you are left with an empty bottle
And bitter tears and ashes

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