35When we hold
In his hands
This wealth
Being twenty years old, tomorrows
Full of promises
When love bends over us
To give us his sleepless nights
When we see
Far ahead
Laugh at life
Embroidered with hope, rich with joy
And madness
You have to drink to the point of intoxication
His youth
Because every moment
Of our twenty years
We are counted
And never again
Lost time
Don't face us
It passes
Often in vain
We hold out our hands
And we regret
It's too late on his way
Nothing stops him
We cannot keep constantly
His youth
Before we smile, we leave childhood
Before you know it, youth flees
It seems so short that we are completely surprised
That before we understand, we leave existence
When we hold
In his hands
This wealth
Being twenty years old, tomorrows
Full of promises
When love bends over us
To give us his sleepless nights
When we see
Far ahead
Laugh at life
Embroidered with hope, rich with joy
And madness
You have to drink to the point of intoxication
His youth
Because every moment
Of our twenty years
We are counted
And never again
Lost time
Don't face us
He passes
Often in vain
We hold out our hands
And we regret
It's too late on his way
Nothing stops him
We cannot keep constantly
His youth
