Some are born, others will die.
Some laugh, others will cry.
Water with no river bed, river with no sea,
Sorrows and glories, wars and peace.
There’s always a reason to live,
a reason to strive.
There’s always for whom to suffer
and whom to love.
At the end the work stays,
though people are gone.
Others who come, continue their work,
life remains the same.
There are very few people who are real friends,
who praise you when you’re triumphing,
and if you fail you will understand that
the good ones stay, the others go away.
There’s always a reason to live,
a reason to strive.
There’s always for whom to suffer
and whom to love.