If all the miserable moments in the life were collected into one point
It would be a more cruel punishment than any other

But these are scattered through our whole life
Whilst the pain of death exerts all its force in a moment

Who can calmly renounce the pleasure of existence
Who is so weary of life as to brave brave the idea of end
Will never be influenced by any one

In a secret corner of the mind
In which the original impressions of nature are still preserved
Men discover a sentiment which tells them
That their lives are not lawfully in the power of any one

Dare to struggle and dare to live

Every individual wishes, if possible
To be exempt from the compacts compacts that bind the rest of mankind

Every individual wishes, if possible
To be exempt from the compacts compacts that bind the rest of mankind

In a secret corner of the mind
In which the original impressions of nature are still preserved
Men discover a sentiment which tells them
That their lives are not lawfully in the power of any one