Let your happiness fill the air
And tingling excitement
Remain with you there
And remain with us as well
Though we are growing old
We once rang the bell
Of youth, and knew the feeling
So keep playing and that bell
Will once again start pealing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good poem. The youth you hear that. Good times. For us we ring the death knell little by little