CHRONOCAPSULES

Our lives are like amber beads:

Everything will be covered in yellow resin...

Thoughts, meetings, family, and dreams,

Are eaten away by a greedy fate.

We live like bugs:

(minutes),

We live like gods:

– a dream!

We think we're eternal,

like the stars!

We're not immortal,

(only sometimes).

(ooh)

I stand like a statue in place –

And life is beamed into my eyes.

But everything is shrouded in cobwebs,

And amber conquers granite.

Our lives are shorter than the cosmos,

The misfortune of telomeres is woven into us,

We grow decrepit, age, and wither,

Wasting time on things we didn't mean to.

We live like bugs:

(minutes),

We live like gods:

– a dream!

We think we're eternal,

like the stars!

We're not immortal,

(only sometimes).

I stand like a statue in place –

And life is beamed into my eyes.

But everything is shrouded in cobwebs,

Turned into granite by the sun.

The hours are running – rushing toward the mark...

Only half a million – a short thread,

Half a million hours gone,

Here it is, the final countdown of life.

And yet I believe, the hour is coming,

When we burn: Here and now!

In fire we find our height!

And for this – I fight and live!