The time of the ear goes by
In the battle of the wind
So goes the grain of the ear,
Now it's here, now it's gone!
The time of wine goes by
In the chilliness of the cellar
So is the taste of wine
Now it's here, now it's gone!
Let the plow groove regularly,
Water flows from the source,
I've got a good life,
But I don't yet want to die.
Come on, come on!
The time if thoughts goes by,
The searching for the essence,
So is the essence of thoughts,
Now it's here, now it's gone!
The time of desire passes by,
in the battle of the heart,
So is the fire of desire,
Now it's here, now it's gone!
The mill grinds the flour,
The bread leavens in the oven,
My life has been complete,
But I don't yet want to die.
(bis)
The time of the human goes by,
Waiting for love,
So goes the human's life,
Now it's here, now it's gone!
The people's time goes by,
Through the centuries,
So is the people's destiny,
Now it's here, now it's gone!
The ewe go to the shed,
The rooster sings in the yard,
I've got a long life,
But I don't yet want to die.
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Hop!
Come on, come on, come on, come on!
Hop!
The time of the ear goes by
In the battle of the wind
So goes the grain of the ear,
Now it's here, now it's gone!
The time of wine goes by
In the chilliness of the cellar
So is the taste of wine
Now it's here, now it's gone!