A mortal span of time is allotted to us by fate

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A mortal span of time is allotted to us by fate,
From birth to funeral.
Along it the river carries us,
And we can never turn back.

Only some drowned along the way,
Life ended prematurely,
Not having had the chance to taste love,
Not being able to comprehend all beauty.

CHORUS:
How short and how long is life?

The years fly by,
Intoxicated and rapturous,
Now languishing in prison.
How short and how long is life?
The years fly by,
Intoxicated and rapturous,
Now languishing in prison.

Before death, we agonize over ourselves,
What we didn't do, who is to blame?
Our crusade is behind us,
But how rarely we cry VIVAT.

He who could not appreciate the minutes,
Will have to step into the abyss,
And another, completely burned by love,
But managed to trump with dignity.

CHORUS:
How short and long is life?

The years fly by,
Intoxicated and rapturous,
Then languishing in prison.

How short and long is life?

The years fly by,
Intoxicated and rapturous,
Then languishing in prison.

Living in wretched prejudices,
Happiness cannot be scooped up with a spoon,
And throughout life, like a small child,
You cannot breathe deeply.

You crippled yourself and others,
You spilled the cup of sweetness,
You lectured everyone around, but fell silent,
It turned out you didn't live, you vegetated.

CHORUS:
How short and long is life?
Sometimes the years fly by,
Intoxicated and rapturous,
Sometimes it languishes in prison, tired.
How short and long is life?
Sometimes the years fly by,
Intoxicated and rapturous,
Sometimes it languishes in prison, tired.
How short and long is life?
Sometimes the years fly by,
Intoxicated and rapturous,
Sometimes it languishes in prison, tired.

Space distorted in a dream,
Mirages of existence flashed by,
And love remained in its sheath,
You convict yourself of a lie.

On your knees you remain,
Pleading for eternal paradise for your soul,
To feel the fullness in heaven,
And to ask only one thing: do not deprive...

CHORUS:
How short and long is life?
The years fly by,
Intoxicated and ecstatic,
Then languishing in prison.
How short and long is life?
The years fly by,
Intoxicated and ecstatic,
Then languishing in prison.
How short and long is life?
The years fly by,
Intoxicated and ecstatic,
Then languishing in prison.

To feel fullness in heaven,
And ask only one thing: do not deprive...