When I was a child, I played with you,
as among others you were worth more
and if I came to you crying,
then you told me so:
"Look, look, look!
The swallows are flying
free in the sky, they are like you.
Fly with the thought,
but don't get caught,
later in life, everything will change.
Maybe you don't know
that the most beautiful years
are the ones you have."
Spring is back down here,
but my wings don't fly anymore.
Now that I know what sadness is,
I'd like to hear again from you:
"Look, look, look!
The swallows are flying
free in the sky, they are like you.
Fly with the thought,
but don't get caught,
later in life, everything will change.
Maybe you don't know
that the most beautiful years
are the ones you have."
"Look, look, look!
The swallows are flying
free in the sky, they are like you.
Look, look, look!
The swallows are flying
Look, look, look!
They are flying up there."