Vitae Summa Brevis Spem Nos Vetat Incohare Longam

"They are not long, the weeping and the laughter,  
    Love and desire and hate:   
I think they have no portion in us after   
    We pass the gate.         

They are not long, the days of wine and roses:   
    Out of a misty dream   
Our path emerges for a while, then closes   
    Within a dream."

Bars

"Drink up, baby, stay up all night
With the things you could do, you won't but you might
The potential you'll be that you'll never see
The promises you'll only make"

Lorelei

"I don’t know what it could mean,

that I’m so sad: I find,

A fairy-tale, from times unseen,

Won’t vanish from my mind.

The air is cool and it darkens,

And quiet flows the Rhine:

The tops of the mountains sparkle,

In evening’s after-shine.

The loveliest of maidens,

She’s wonderful, sits there,

Her golden jewels glisten,

She combs her golden hair.

She combs it with a comb of gold,

And sings a song as well:

Its strangeness too is old

And casts a powerful spell.

It grips the boatman in his boat

With a wild pang of woe:

He only looks up to the heights,

Can’t see the rocks below.

I believe the waves swallowed

The boat and its boatman,

That’s what, by her singing,

The Lorelei has done."

Heine

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