I came to this world without anything.
And again, without anything, I know, I will leave...
I will lie quietly in the soft grass
Without pain, without hatred, without resentment...


I will take with me a quiet memory
of sunset, of the sea, of warm laughter,
of love and of a wonderful evening breeze...
And the joy that I really lived...


I gave from my heart to everyone.
And I didn't expect anything in return.
That happiness, I know, is to love,
and if you love, then---to stay...


I know it's too early for me to leave.
But who leaves 'on time'?
The meaning is not in the number of years...
One life is never enough for anyone...