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Our years are flying away,

Flying like birds coming down of height,

More and more behind all is left to stay,

More important becomes how with «not»

                                     we behave.

We will not construct a building,

We will not return our friends,

And burden of debts or irrelevant gilding

Will not give us any amends.

But in count of days of ahead,

Leaving the past in the past,

We understand that it is not the end,

Our life has not passed.

The game goes on! And we are on the stage!

All mistakes bring at once fame or shame,

We are judged and appraised in the backstage

For the merits of our game.

We leave our costumes unchangeable,

Our game play is still so cool,

This means we are still young and sensible,

And gray hair just matches old school.