Sometimes one has to celebrate
even everything´s wrong, feeling resentful hate

Time - my precious friend of this crime
devouring inside of me when seeking trcae of humanity

Sometimes, torturing inner ganesh
it´s way to celebrate for separation of soul and flesh

Time - my precious friend of this crime
devouring inside of me when seeking place of tranquility

No regreats, no fear, wishing to you all goodbye
All the best in next year, I wish you farewell

When darkenss harvests grain, we know we have lived in vain