Alas, the fleeting years slip by.
The gravestones mock us: I was what you are, you will be what I am.
The same hated man will be loved after he's dead, oh, how quickly we forget.
But for those in misery, perhaps better things will follow
and we will look back upon these things with joy.
As you know, fortune is blind
because from the moment we are born, we begin to die
and no one is blessed before his death.
But in the end, death makes all things equal
so let us sing
Aeternum vale.
Selite:
- Kirjaudu tai rekisteröidy kommentoidaksesi
