How the waves of the sea kiss the shore!
Life is like a chariot-wheel that ever rolls along.
Ah, cruel 'tis to love, And cruel not to love, But cruelest of all To love and love in vain.
Cursed be he above all others Who's enslaved by love of money. Money takes the place of brothers, Money takes the place of parents, Money brings us war and slaughter.
And last of all comes death.
Today is ours; what do we fear? Today is ours: we have it here. Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish at least with us to stay.