Stop, beautiful moment,
Don't rush to where you're running,
Let me feel your touch
Torn by a gust of wind, breaking the silence.
Let me enjoy the blue of the sky
And the timid rays in the morning,
The dripping from the roofs, sometimes out of place
In the frosty spring season.
Let me enjoy the heavenly aroma
Of birch sap in the spring,
Breathe deeper, so that like a tocsin
The blood would roar, pulsing within me.
Don't leave, beautiful moment,
Stay a little longer by my side,
Relax and listen to the birdsong…
You can catch up later, it's not the first time.
No matter how you turn the clock on your wrist
You can't make it flow differently
But you can watch the bright battle
Of grains of sand ready to pile up.