The life of a party that never ends,
rest your eyes far off from tomorrow.

Youth seem not keen to live on.

As for my youth, I rest childish antics,
placing them all into their bed.

Blow out the voices to a song.

The brown bottles are so heavy,
mostly to the worries of my eyes.

I've partied my heart too long.

Spending the little pay I had,
to buy my cares of their plenty.

And so ends the nights of fun.

Shall I go on to find myself,
just as a dream finds tomorrow?

As the time of partying is gone.

All of the good fortune did allow.
I've spent out all of my wealth.

                                        Soon the party ends