Кризис

Oh friends, not these tones! Let us sing more cheerful songs, And more joyful. Joy! Joy! Joy, beautiful spark of gods Daughter of Elysium, We enter drunk with fire, Heavenly one, your sanctuary! Your magic binds again What custom strictly divided. All men become brothers, Where your gentle wing rests. Whoever has had the great fortune To be a friends friend, Whoever has won a devoted wife, Join in our jubilation! Indeed, whoever can call even one soul, His own on this earth! And whoeve