Zamisli [English translation]

Somehow confused we are waiting

For the days to fly away as soon as possible.

There where we arrive later,

Where someone is waiting for us.

If they ever tell you

That I’m not here anymore,

If they ever tell you.

Maybe I didn’t even exist,

Imagine me.

(Children’s hand clapping game)

Somehow confused we are rocking

Pendulum of life

For the last time,

Which melts us forever

Like snow on a warm palm.

If they ever tell you

That I’m not here anymore,

If they ever tell you.

Maybe I didn’t even exist,

Imagine me.

• Artist:Van Gogh