Book: Psyche

Everywhere you look, not so happy
Good for people to speak.

To speak evil of everyone is nice
And boring without the word evil.
Laugh, law, presentato
Over the shortcomings of others.

Fun time for us,
And joke, and laugh.
After all, the joke - all have to admit -
Just eh not the best game.

But if the heat of love will cover us,
Life madness it can last.

So away all doubt
There is no space for worries!
And music and singing
Already turn.

Passion does not need gods to manage.
The more people think about revenge,
Especially well for us to forgive.

Simple death is not entitled to wait for her admitted love of God.

In love we are often attracted by novelty.

But is there a more beautiful fate -
Love and worrying and tormented?
In the world of bliss call
The mere bliss of love.

With love comes sadness,
Worries haunt us
But grief to pay us not sorry
Happiness raced for an hour.

We often want happiness to taste,
Have the pain anymore.

Love is so beautiful!
Arguing with her is dangerous,
Even with her sadness
We're sorry to leave.

What fluctuate
And senses fear?
The lost hour
Lost to us.

Fall in love all of us would,
Hardly our time will come.
The more often we capture this,
The more you ask from us.