Too late

Vert late,

To cru again for what we have lost.

For what we let other take away from us

Due to fear not to lose more.

Perhaps out lives,

Perhaps the tomorrow.

But what tomorrow, when we today

Have learned to forget the yesterday

And yesterday

We were afraid of today.

Too late

To cry again for what we have lost

Let us cry,

For all those we have not done yet

And that we will never do.

Let us cry.