ILI.CHOFF - Время
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Time flies, and it grows heavier still;
With each passing day, I age and grow wiser.
We ride down the hill—like a bobsled on a sled—
Thank God for everything; I have no regrets.

And I find myself thinking more often about the future—
That I’m no longer a little boy splashing in puddles,
No longer jumping across garage roofs, or running home for supper;
And I no longer even find joy in catching a cold.

Frightened by the chaos unfolding, I long for the sanctuary of a church;
May the heavens grant peace to the world, and peace to every home.
If I could, I would split all my joy right down the middle—
I would tear it into pieces and give it all to you.

Each day is an hourglass; once it’s passed—thank God.
Tomorrow I’ll rise early again; there is an incredible amount to do.
First thing in the morning, I called a taxi—a yellow Logan pulled up—
And once again, I’m back on this endless road.

As for what lies ahead on this journey—I do not know.
But I know one thing for certain: I won’t lose myself along the way.
Life is full of riddles, so I weave and wind through it;
I’ll call my loved ones—we never forget our own.

Time flies, and it grows heavier still;
With each passing day, I age and grow wiser.
We ride down the hill—like a bobsled on a sled—
Thank God for everything; I have no regrets.

The year is 2025; I am twenty-two years old.
I step out of my building and flick away a cigarette butt.
I couldn't care less about empty words and gossip;
There is much I could say, but censorship holds my tongue.

The years fly by swiftly—like asphalt rushing beneath the wheels;
Right now it is summer, but in a snap—it will be autumn.
I’d like to pause for a moment, or perhaps just drop everything—
But I have to run; I have a meeting scheduled for eight.

In short, things aren't quite so bleak;
The main thing is not to lose heart, but to keep moving forward.
It is never too late to start over from the very beginning,
And never too late to dig deep and push harder when the moment demands it.

Time flies, and it grows heavier still;
With each passing day, I age and grow wiser.
We ride down the hill—like a bobsled on a... In bobsleigh...
Thank God for everything; I have no regrets.