The best years of this life of mine
The shining and ill ones alike
They've just slipped as the Danube's force
Under the Fortress' shadow
The years of lions, wine and poppies
They've passed easily
Like an imperial lieutenant
Young and pretentious
With his sweetheart
But am I bothered
Those are just drops of time
Spilled like a handful of seeds on a wide field of the Lord
Oh, am I bothered
Where are the bygone turmoils now
The playful white butterflies
Days of stars gifted to her - forever
The grand dates, long-awaited, marked by a tiny red circle
They've passed quietly like a cloud of cotton
Above the church tower
The best years of this life of mine
They've passed insidiously
I paused a little,
The bad company had already dragged them forever
But am I bothered
Those are just drops of time
Spilled like a handful of seeds on a wide field of the Lord
Oh, am I bothered
Where are the bygone turmoils now
The playful white butterflies
Times of stars gifted to her
It couldn't have been better