One hurries up and doesn�t know
What season is the yard,
Spring, autumn, winter, rain or snow,
Life flows away, it�s hard.
Though years pass and make one wise
Time�s so implacable to prize,
It doesn't give another chance

And doesn�t prompt you in advance.

God�s present is the only earth,

Light window to the Universe,

But you are here only once

So train your heart to cast a glance,

And never mind your age, my friend,

But do, please, love the native land.