Weaving years from short minutes,
We keep our sacred in memory,
Those who love us and diligently cherish,
Not leaving in joy and in sorrow.
We keep so reverently, placing a box in the soul,
Going through the moments sometimes
And we value, counting happiness for a minute,
In an effort to fill them to the brim of the year.
And with every step becoming wiser,
More and more we feel the fleeting moments.
Her attitude becomes more valuable,
And to the past - unprecedented lightness.
Patterns of time on the path of life
A minute pave a long road,
Which we are destined to take in order to pass
From birth to meeting God.