Sing, my guitar,
About the path of destiny; tell
It all from the very beginning
This tale called life,
Called life.
Sing, my guitar
About the fire of undying love,
The turquoise sky, the cornflower blue field,
And the freshness of the break of dawn,
The break of dawn...
Fly forth, my soul,
Over the blooming earth,
To the brink, where the barely breathing grass
To the brink, where the barely breathing grass
Is woken up by spring!
Fly forth, my soul,
To my dear other half,
To the one who with no haste
To the one who with no haste
Awaits love in a stream of days!
Sing, my guitar,
About destiny; tell the whole truth,
Tell it all from the very beginning
This tale called life,
Called life.
Fly forth, my soul,
Over the blooming earth,
To the brink, where the barely breathing grass
To the brink, where the barely breathing grass
Is woken up by spring!
Fly forth, my soul,
To my dear other half,
To the one who with no haste
To the one who with no haste
Awaits love in a stream of days!