Es liegt noch was vor uns,
Das Leben liegt vor uns
Spürst du die Vorhut
Es liegt noch was vor uns,
Das Leben liegt vor uns
Spürst du die VorhutThe red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
Don't worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind.
The kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Det är så erbarmligt lite
en människa kan forstå.
Man skulle ej grubbla och tänka
men tänker och grubblar ändå.
Och dagarna fogas till veckor,
veckorna fogas till år.
Man skulle ej snärjas av grubbel
så hastigt som livet går.
Nils Ferlin (Från mitt ekorrhjul, 1957)
Yo te esperaba
Imaginando a ciegas el color de tu mirada
Y el timbre de tu voz
Muerta de miedo
Le rogaba al cielo que te deje llegar lejos
Mucho más que yo
Oh, it's a mystery to me
We have a greed, with which we have agreed”for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -