to sorrow

Work is the best antidote to sorrow.

Arbeit ist das beste Mittel gegen Kummer.

too late to sorrow

zu spät, um Trauer

I don't want him tonight I don't wanna be cruel I don't wanna deny Failure is my favorite thing Take me to the bar Drink up to sorrow Sorrow for break up Borrow who you are Escape me Escape me Black out tendencies Forget about the future Back at the bar Drunk on my sorrow From another breakup Forgetting who you were Indesecion is annoying not As annoying as Your sharp tounge Escape me Escape me Bottles under tires Forget about friends Escape me Escape me Black out tendencies Forget about the future Pretty things (Oohhh) Pretty things (Oohhh) Everything (Oohhh) Pretty things Pierce my lips Don't shread me down to strips You're way to good at it You're way to good at it Escape me Escape me Bottles under tires Forget about friends Escape me Escape me Black out tendencies Forget about the future

Ich glaube nicht, dass er heute Nacht Ich will nicht grausam sein, ich will nicht leugnen, Scheitern ist mein Favorit, was Bringe mich zu der Bar trinken bis zu Kummer Sorrow für Zerschlagung Kreditvereinbarungen mit wem Sie es heraus Entfliehen Tendenzen Forget me Escape Me Schwarz über die Zukunft Zurück in der Bar betrunken auf meine Trauer Aus einer anderen Auflösung zu vergessen, wer du warst Indesecion ist ärgerlich, nicht so nervig wie Ihre scharfe Zunge Escape Me Escape Me Flaschen unter Reifen Vergessen Sie Freunde Escape Me Escape Me Black out Tendenzen über die Zukunft Ziemlich Vergessen Dinge (Oohhh) Pretty Things (Oohhh) Alles (Oohhh) Schöne Dinge Pierce meine Lippen nicht shread mich zu Streifen Du bist Weg, um gut darin Du bist viel zu gut darin Escape Me Escape Me Flaschen unter Reifen Vergessen über Freunde Escape Me Escape Me Black out Tendenzen über die Zukunft Vergessen

Work is the best antidote to sorrow.

Arbeit ist das beste Mittel gegen Trauer.

“devotes himself forever to the pursuit of wealth and greatness....With the most unrelenting industry he labors night and day....serves those whom he hates, and is obsequious to those whom he despises....[I]n the last dregs of life, his body wasted with toil and diseases, his mind galled and ruffled by the memory of a thousand injuries and disappointments....he begins at last to find that wealth and greatness are mere trinkets of frivolous utility....Power and riches....keep off the summer shower, not the winter storm, but leave him always as much, and sometimes more exposed than before, to anxiety, to fear, and to sorrow; to diseases, to danger, and to death...”

sich immerdar dem Streben nach Reichtum und Größe hingibt ...