When we upon this earth are born,
We feel a little bit forlorn.
Receiving then, friendship and Love,
We start to sense the stars above.

And every day in life’s long course,
They do remain the primal source,
For giving joy and sacred mirth
To our present lives on earth.

But when death’s shadow arrives near,
And we get dreary and have fear,
There stretches out a distant hand
And takes us to another land.

‘Tis friendship and, above all, Love,
Who guide us to the realms above.
From now until eternity
There shall be spoken: „I love thee.“