For flying in the love sky as a free dove
it's too late if you even come very soon
and for falling in (deep well of) love
each moment is a nicely honey-moon.
If you’re tired of life and its secure lack
and be surrounded by the troops of grief
if you're about to have a heart attack
only the love miracle can give you relief.
Let the sorrow be upset and sad
Do not delay, make your loving base
Laugh at the death and be, as I, mad
and be free of nation and race
Do not delay, love yourself at first
if so, the whole existence is next.