Does the world seem good to you?

Does the music get to you?

Does the wisdom of your heart

Show you how to play your part?



All my blond and twilight dreams;

All those strangled future schemes;

All those glasses drained of wines,

All this crazy gift of time.



You, dear sister, kiss of mine

Can you cope with all this time,

With your mystic all awry

Feeling small beneath the sky.



All my blond, etc.



Happy birthday to you all

I hope you really have ball.

And when youre walking up the road,

I hope you finally explode!



Goodbye, everybody

Now its time to go.

I hope I dont leave you feeling low, oh no....