Dearest was every moment, when I didn´t count time
With youthful body, upward emotions and naive thoughts.
I understand now, as I still resemble myself at that time.
With eldered being, calmed feelings and sorrowfilled thoughts.
Age does not forgive us, if we wasted our youth.
Only makes us remember painful at the moments in past.

Dearest were the persons that shared time with me.
They disappeared like the days of spring in may.
What is the reason for keeping memories about them?
Can´t we lift our burden and lay them to rest in the ground?
Wisdom does not forgive us, if once felt with innocent hearts
Only gives us grief untill we take our last breath.

Dearest is the hope that everything would change
The ambivalence between reality and our longings
I cannot imagine, to feel sorry for my whole life.
Wouldn´t choose different paths and comrades with me.
Want to be brave and honest all time to continue.
The struggle with doubt is not the end.

Dearest is the conscious of your presence
Your uncorrupted thoughts in your lines
A traveller like me, our paths crossed here
Forging a symbol of dedication to life
No longer alone, together we stride to
celestial horizons at daytime turning crimson at dawn.

Dearest will be the future unseen
The challenge of age and wisdom
Love from hearts that are torn, but never broke
The great variety of joy and happiness undiscovered
Many ideas for the unfulfilled dream
To be with my dearest - forever entwined.