Youth, youth, sweet and milky-cage.
Lost in joy of youthful age.
Wait on dews of watery fate.
Faith of youth is just a faint.
Life of one too sweet and honey.
Honey, money, all so funny.
Money, cunny – all crave for.
Youth’s so sweet and milky –four;
Four in four, plus one times two;
Yet it’s four, but heart of who?
Friends plus riches, fun plus lust
Nice, so nice “I want no height”
What a life just filled with joy
Youth of might and life of a boy
All for fun, and fun for load
Heavy in the heart, soon you’ll b’old
Mercy for the youth, fall no more
Youth too sweet and milky-four
Death is obvious, time should be taken
Calls on youth of milky-making
On the dews of watery fate
Why so loved yourself too late?
Honey, cunny – all crave for
Youth’s so sweety and milky -four