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Years passed,

hours flew by ceaselessly,

And new stars,

their radiance faded so quickly...

And everything around,

bloomed and died ceaselessly,

Short life, but all around,

Such incredible beauty...

Yesterday is today, like a pearl,

A new day has come,

There is no way back,

Where the sun rises,

A drop will shine with dew,

And every morning, and again and again it comes to life...

Years passed,

And like a small child,

Tender, innocent and pure,

for God's sake, a holiday,

Begins to walk around the world,

Across the land that has been hers since birth,

And the ceaseless years quietly follow her...

And tomorrow is tomorrow,

And it will be as it will be,

A new day will come,

And the nightingale's song,

will wake me up again through the open window

And I have never heard the best songs in the world...

And it will be as it will be...

And it will be how will it be,

And tomorrow is tomorrow, we are people,

Years pass,

and with each dawn hours pass,

A new day comes,

And life slowly fades away...

Years pass, well maybe hours,

Who can say how many of them are left?

The old woman will come,

if the scythe is not dull