Quickly like the wind
Pass by
The days and nights
Of childhood

An angel provides us
With their care
While their hands weave
The distances

Then come
The youthful years
The games, the friends
The school

The soul already defines
Its profiles
And suddenly the heart
Begins to cultivate a dream

And they spring up like a fountain
The sweetness of first love
The soul already wants to fly
And flies after an illusion

And we learn that pain
And joy
Are the permanent essence
Of life

And then when we are two
Fighting for an ideal
We form a nest of love
A refuge called home

And we start another stage of the journey
A man, a woman
United by faith
And hope

The fruits of the union
That God blessed
Brighten the home
With their presence

Who is loved more
If not the children
They are the continuation
Of existence

Then so many efforts and sleepless nights
So that they never lack anything
So that when they grow up they go far
And can achieve that much-desired happiness

And they spring up like a fountain
The dreams of their heart
Their souls already want to fly
And fly after an illusion

And they discover that pain
And joy
Are the permanent essence
Of life

But then when they leave
Some without saying goodbye
The cold of loneliness
Strikes our heart

And that is why my love I ask you
As I ask God
If I reach old age, be with me

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