Наша жизнь коротка
Here on earth life is short,
as a bird flies away;
racing on, rushing past,
ebbing out, ending day.
As a shadow our life
here on earth to us giv'n;
after dusk in the dark
shadows gone, from us driv'n.
Like a flow'r of the grass,
in the morn brightly blooms;
swelt'ring heat of the day
withered then ere night's gloom.
Life is like sounding noise,
sounding out from a block,
sudden fright is our life,
then is gone—see the shock!
Careless soul on life's course,
Don't you think of these things:
Soon you'll die then face God,
brief your time — now threats bring.
Now's the time, time to care,
search for Christ, O my friend!
You will find joy in Him,
His salvation He_will send.
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| The music as Simon and friends sing it with the English translation. |
Another version, as if a Russian congregation sang it.
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