Some lyrics of mine
Reflection
Finitude is a power that creates our condition.
Soon possessed all, yet only briefly kept.
Therefore, man complains, without question, against fate.
But has it not happened to all? - All people worry.
Dreary is this one life, hardly anyone can forgive themselves the suffering.
Hardly anyone who makes something better out of it.
We don't enjoy the whole thing, yes, the sun doesn't shine every day.
We must learn to deal with it fairly.
Meanwhile, the winds blow, many days pass.
Worlds disappear and emerge,
it all takes time with us.
Meanwhile, life goes on.
First happy and cheerful, then, after vain exuberance,
after an excess of strength and sap,
we have hardly been well.
The embers extinguish, and decline follows directly.
Then life seems so long.
With a serious, depressed expression, we have remained there,
seeking shadows, rest and love,
and become grayer, year after year.
