do not strike the melancholy chord tonight! Days smoldering
with pain in the end produce only listless ashes …
and who the hell knows what the future may bring?
Last night’s long lost, tomorrow’s horizon’s a wavering
mirage. And how can we know if we’ll see another dawn?
Life is nothing, unless together we make it ring!
Tonight we are love gods! Sing!
Do not strike the melancholy chord tonight!
Don’t harp constantly on human suffering!
Stop complaining; let Fate conduct her song!
Give no thought to the future, seize now, this precious thing!