There is a party down in the port
where people go with shinning eyes, singing;
you've gone out dessed up,
let life smile with strength of the winter sun.

Hurry up there's no time left,
work is piling up
and even if we were eternal
there wouldn't be enough time to be able to love you.
Hurry up there's no time left,
flowers and violets for dinner,
and even if they searched us
they wouldn't find ever one extra second.

Dressed up you've come back
home crying like every year through the sad streets.
It's getting late but have faith
as faith after all is free and doesn't cost money.

Hurry up there's no time left,
work is piling up
and even if we were eternal
there wouldn't be enough time to be able to love you.
Hurry up there's no time left,
flowers and violets for dinner,
and even if they searched us
they wouldn't find ever one extra second.

I'll also come dressed up
to tomorrow's function
flowers and violets for lunch,
flowers and violets and champagne.