Let music fill our lonely hearts!
Let joy throw off the bitterness of living,
All tormentors must be forgiven.
Let’s walk through this forsaken park,

And find the most desired of doors,
Behind it – rows of gilded chairs –
The place we long for and to where
We’ll bring the quiet load of our loss.

My God, what music it has been!
My God, what chorus has been singing!
Without preaching and demeaning
It called discreetly from within.

It said the good shall be the good,
And bread shall be the greatest blessing,
All misery remain distressing,
But wine and fire shall revive your mood.

The midnight hall was brightly lit.
The genius watched us from the distance.
He recognized us in this instance,
And showed us heavenly retreat.

It was so wonderful out there,
And everything fed expectations
That life will change its decorations…
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la…

Let music fill our lonely hearts…