Gather, gather your youth: Just like this flower, old age Your beauty will wither.
Thousands and thousands of colors paint the bosom of the earth so gaily.
Love wants everything without condition, love has no law.
My guitar, I sing of thee 'Tis with thee that I decoy And ensnare enchantingly the ladies I enjoy.
Live now, believe me, wait not till tomorrow; Gather the roses of life today.
Gather the roses of life today.