Happy birthday to you
You make up what is new
You are sorry you're born
when old becomes you
You're not what I'd call
older than me at all
But you're just a spring chicken
that's too hot to call
So remember my line
that your older than time
When you think you're dismembered
and the life you lived rhymes
So forget your old beef
that your dead for a piece
When the lord burns your candle
even when you're deceased
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem