We choose the rute of every day,
We go to our aim.
And never, never leave your way
With all the problems you have.
Because after each footstep
The time wipes off the trace.
In our life there isn't
The method to stop this race.
If one day your soul will be ill
And will cry as a little child,
Only close your eyes and smile,
For none could see, what you feel
Never tell me:"The life is sad.",
And don't say:"It's so difficult to live"
Only try, among the life dread,
To love, to laudh and to believe.