Viuamus me alezbia, atkoa memus. Rumoris qes se no se wereorun, Onnes unius a estimemus asis. Solis o kidre tre direbosun, Nomis, con semel o kidit brewis lux, Noxes perpetua una dormienda. Dami basia mille, dendi kendun, Dendi mila altara, dendi s'acunda kendun, Dendi s'acualtara mille, dendi kendun, Dendi con millea multa fecaremus, Contor babimos illa, neskiamos, Outne quis malusin widere posit, Contanto neskiat eze basiorun. Let us live my lesbira and let us love. And the rumors of the very stern old folk. Let us consider them all worth no more than a single bronze coin. Sons are able to set and rise again. For us, once this brief light has set, There is a single perpetual night that must be slept. Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, Then another thousand, then a second hundred, And then even another thousand, then a hundred. Then, when we have completed many thousands, We will mix them all up, Lest we know, or less some wicked person could cast the evil eye upon us, When they know exactly how many kisses there are. And the rumors of the very stern old folk. And the rumors of the very stern old folk. And the rumors of the very stern old folk. And the rumors of the very stern old folk. And the rumors of the very stern old folk.