How many times has she passed by our side,

She has pressed herself against us more than once...

How many times have we caught a glimpse of it:

A chilling gaze,

penetrating deep within

Filled with the horror of fear

And with a sense of guilt, in anticipation,

The inevitability of resolution...

* We grow old, and time passes us by,

the calendar turns its pages.

The soul matures and invisibly

pulls us upward.

It comes into our lives following life...

It walks back and forth...

The ground is slipping from under our feet...,

Life is breaking like a rod...

Perhaps at night in bed

You will fall into a sweet sleep...

Perhaps in a car accident...

Perhaps a ship is sinking...

* We grow old, and time passes us by,

the calendar turns its pages.

The soul matures and invisibly

pulls us upward.

How can we know by what measure...

This is measured out to us:

Is this the small measure of our life...?...

or the large? Or the enormous?

We live, not knowing for sure.

About our purpose.

And it comes so suddenly

Independent of everyone...

It's impossible to buy your way out,

to beg and run away...

Accompanying anyone with a scythe -

Instills fear in the heart...

* We grow old, and time passes us by,

the calendar turns its pages.

The soul matures and invisibly

pulls us upward.

How to understand that we need this

And it is given to everyone in life -

This is what stops life

And fate changes with it.

This sums up

All the stormy life, the sea:

In this, our judge

decides, gives an assessment:

How you lived, how you argued with life.

How did you manage to understand yourself,

How, at whom, when was laughing

did you understand the world or everyday life?

Or tried to understand?

Maybe everyone made mistakes in something...

* We grow old, and time passes us by,

the calendar turns its pages.

The soul matures and invisibly

pulls us upward.

As a result, know that no one can reverse everything

You can no longer spin the spiral

And you can't walk in circles.

Go through this again,

Because in the same water

You can't enter the water twice.

Over time: in the flow

Fate will change:

We are not dipped in water twice.

Everything changes in each person.

* We grow old, and time passes us by,

the calendar turns its pages.

The soul matures and invisibly

pulls us upward.