I was born to speak all mirth and no matter
Love, life, gladness, cheerfulness and all the good things.
Therefore I will die a woman of contentment
No impulsion for what existence presents
No reason for minuscule complaints
A happy moon face and the smile remains
I was born to speak all mirth and no matter
A woman, a lady, a comrade
One body, one soul, one heart
With some haste, and sometimes a cause of fear
I was born to speak all mirth and no matter
I’m no Philosopher, a redeemer
Just a woman of simple desires.
