| What are you fretting about? You'll fret yourself to death! Can't you find solace in something? You are a rebel without a cause? That's the way it is. So, hush little baby And don't mope about In the house all day. If you find yourself, You'll be happy one day. Don't give yourself to sorrow What a plight to be in Come and see me tomorrow - Let the new life begin Don't blunder again You must choose your aim, But don't choose pleasure - It's too easy and dull. I'll find a friend on Friday We'll indulge in vermouth I want to forget To escape for good Then we'll meet at the end Of this grave neighbourhood Don't profane your soul And put the fire away You blame yourself, don't you? Who's the one to know? Now kiss me goodbye - We are going to part Never again never Do you hear me? I'm crazy but I can't help it... When the moment arrives, There will be nothing left here. Your zeal debilitates me, I'm too wicked. So get away, my friend, I bear you no grudge, But I shall go on on my own. |