| Even more precious As time marches and treads But sometimes, when you are sleeping And years retreat I dream that the days That will arrive are more In number than the ones We have lived before. That the blooming spring That the summer bright The spirit of autumn And winter at the fireside Will be for long, the picture Of our lives intertwined In carefree comfort Forgetting the passing time. But life slips through the fingers No matter what you dream you do. The slow decline of the flesh We need to face it too. |
Every new daybreak Is like an act of grace Even more precious As time passes. Alas, Time devours All its children, yes. But death is irrelevant For love is what that stays. I press your hand, firmly And give you a kiss, I. Even more precious As time passes by. I squeeze your hand, hard Sometimes so tired it lies But even more precious As time passes by. |