Once one was true, would be forgotten
Would be buried without any trace
Once one had value, now just a memory
It caught fire with the future

The stone sculptures also wear out
But their rocks forever remain
And under the green moss they preserve
The centuries lost in the mist

If it was creation, there will be decay
Life and death walk hand in hand
So, a cradle could turn into a coffin
Which encloses earthly life

Time has no beginning
No end, has no short history
But every moment always carries
The hope of eternity

Without its past, with shaking hands
Even the biggest empire
Falls chained