The one who passes, the one who leaves
Can be remembered, Can be remembered
With his smiles, with his words
With his actions, with his memories
Can be remembered, Can be remembered
This is life, although it's short
This may be hot and maybe cold
But it can be good, it can be fine
With its hopes, with it shines
But when dusk will come with its most
With its losses, With its chaos, Then
Everyone is walking, everyone is passing
Like the birds, Like the spurs
The one with pride, the one with memories
Can be remembered, Can be remembered
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