A humble (and last) appeal to the people of the good heart, a reasonable proposal. Get out of here: go to the museums or the bookstores and libraries (there are many and beautiful ones) go to the parks and meadows, look people in the eye; use your eyes and your hearts: the Truth is out there, in front of your nose, it is waiting for you…
How beautiful our Youth is
That’s always flying by us!
Who’d be happy, let him be so:
Nothing’s sure about tomorrow.
Here are Bacchus, Ariadne,
Lovely, burning for each other:
Since deceiving time must flee,
They seek their delight together.
These nymphs, and other races,
Are full of happiness forever.
Who’d be happy, let him be so:
Nothing’s sure about tomorrow.
Ladies and you youthful lovers,
Long live Bacchus: long live Love!
Everyone sing, dance and play!
Hearts, be all on fire with sweetness!
No faintness now or hint of sadness!
Whatever is to be must be:
Who’d be happy, let him be so:
Nothing’s sure about tomorrow.