I'm walking alone,
hope no longer protects me,
and in this maze
the edge of the abyss is only a gap away,
but please, take care of me,
for another half century!
I'm not brave,
when life is a battlefield,
but in this battle
only you can be a refuge.
I'm sorry, but I regret
that I buried it deep.
I'm sorry, but I see it,
and so I no longer lose it again.
Please, take care of me,
for another half century!
And if I'm afraid, take care of me,
if the world consumes (me/you, the hungarian is the same for both)!
I don't know, where tomorrow is.
I can't know the password of the years.
I don't know that our clock
Will go through how many revolutions,
But here's a minute, please take it,
so I'll never be alone again!