He sits alone just like every day
On his bench at the pasture in the park
Eyes like steel and no gray hair yet
He looks at me
And tells me about her
He says: "Some days ago she still sit here
All went so fast, we did not anticipate it at all
Had so many plans"
Then he stops and cries
For me it's the end of December
Our days were limited
And I was missing in so many of them
Miss no blossoms in Spring
And celebrate them undeterred
Because life goes on without mercy
Even when your joy dies because that
So much canceled and adjourned to tomorrow
So much thought and so less said
So much given away, hung up
He looks at me
And he says: "Take your time
As long as you still have time
No matter
What you decide to do
The one who enjoys life
Can't be a loser"