| I sing a sad song - - |
| sadder than the sunset's walk |
| in the city streets; |
| I feel grief in my blood |
| flowering from some hidden spring; |
| my friends, we die - - |
| we sail into the end |
| without pausing to say goodbye; |
| our dreams, our hopes, our loves |
| come to an end |
| like footprints in the sand |
| chewed by the desert. |
| I sing a happy song - - |
| happier than the sunrise |
| on another shore; |
| happier than the smile |
| a birthday-child smiles; |
| happier than a new kiss; |
| I feel a stubborn joy |
| conquering my blood; |
| my friends, we live - - |
| we live each instant |
| to its deepest cores, collect |
| its treasures, trifle with its secrets, |
| lave ourselves within its ecstasy. |
| Of death and life I shall |
| a happy/sad sad/happy song |
| sing . . . |
