Werd´ ich noch jung sein, wenn ich älter bin

Will I still be young when I'm older,
Or will I then suffocate in my security,
And will I then just nod instead of fighting wildly?
Will I still be young when I'm older?
Will I still be young when I'm older,
Or will I lose myself, will I still be who I am,
Will I just accept life?
Will I still be myself when I'm older?

How will I look when I'm older?
Like someone for whom life succeeds, or aged and bent,
Will I pretend to be younger and crazy?
How will I look when I'm older?
How will I love when I'm older?
Will my blood under the skin
Not be as fast, not as loud,
Will I no longer be familiar with desire?
How will I love when I'm older?

Will I still be here when I'm older,
Or will I eventually embark between Sirius and Aquarius
On this much too long journey?
Will I still be here when I'm older?
Will I still be here when I'm older?