It is always the latest song that an audience applauds the most.
To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.
We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.
Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.
I'm satisfied. It's straight,...but it's just so hot, and I'm just so fraustrated.
Boy, those Germans have a word for everything!