It's Time My Friend

It's time, my friend, it's time! The peace is craved by hearts... Days flow after days -- each hour departs a bit of life -- and both, you and I, plan a long life, but could abruptly die. The world hasn't happiness, but there is freedom and peace. And long have I daydreamed the life of bliss -- and long have planned, a tired slave, the flight to the removed abode of labor and delight. My friend, it’s time My friend, it’s time! The heart demands a break — Day after day flies by, and every hour takes A bit of being from us, while you and I Make plans to live together — we may die. There is no happiness, but there is peace of heart. So many years I’ve dreamt about this part — So many years, a tired slave, I planned my flight Someplace where I will work to my delight. Translated by Andrey Kneller