Some days from now my words will get lost,
I so began pondering over,
For my lips will then be bit by frost,
In the dark grave I will sleep forever,
But those days are so long too far,
I have too much to say,
In nights I search for a dying star,
Close my eyes and pray,
Oh dear god I have a wish to make,
Please let me live till May,
For I love to smell the flowers of spring
And wish someone, a happy birthday!
Tuxology 