Some are being born, others are dying
Some are laughing, others are crying
Water without a channel, river without an ocean
Sorrows and glories, wars and peace
There is always something to live for
Something to strive for
There is always someone to suffer for
And who to love
In the end, the deeds stay
People go
Others who come continue on
Life remains the same
Few people who can be called true friends
How many praise you if you're winning
And if you fail you understand only too well
The good ones remain; the rest leave
Al final las obras quedan
Las gentes se van
Otros que vienen las continuaran
La vida sigue igual