Ah God! Had I but studied in the days of my foolish youth |
Blonde or brunette, this rhyme applies, happy is he who knows them not |
Brother humans who live after us, do not harden your hearts against us. |
But where are the snows of yesteryear? |
Good talkers are only found in Paris. |
Good talkers are only found in Paris. |
I know everything except myself |
My days are gone a-wandering. |
My days are gone a-wandering. |
We were two and had but one heart between us |