O chestnut tree, great rooted blossomer,Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,How can we know the dancer from the dance?
little tragedian pose practise too
she’s a brideyou’re a butcheryou know the rest
And I am joining all my thoughts to youAnd I’m preparing every part for you
What, have you never seen a groom, oynon?
Youth ‧ ‧