Oh, time of joy and old age, Oh, time of joy and old age! Let your head not hang, Children, be not afraid, In the prison of the West The price is high enough. Sing of the joy of life, That is wise and good, From old to new Enough for a long time. Let your head not hang, Children, be not afraid, In the prison of the West The price is high enough. Sing of the joy of life, That is wise and good, From old to new Enough for a long time. If I wanted to talk, Oh, that would be a story, But silence is a lie, So I'd rather not talk. Otherwise it would be, Oh, many a terrible blabber, Because the moon seems to be shining, And everyone is already fussing. Since everyone is already demanding Love's discretion. Since everyone is already demanding Love's discretion. Love's discretion. Let your head not hang, Children, be not afraid, In the prison of the West The price is high enough. Sing of the joy of life, That is wise and good, From old to new Enough for a long time. Let your head not hang, Children, be not afraid, In the prison of the West The price is high enough. Sing of the joy of life, That is wise and good, From old to new Enough for a long time. Let your head not hang, Children, be not afraid, In the prison of the West The price is high enough. Sing of the joy of life, That is wise and good, From old to new Enough for a long time.