Time passes and when it passes
He takes us with him
Every second that runs
We have less left to see
In his mad march
He does not know who is who
Takes over the poor
And the rich too
Cruel time, cruel time
You don't even forgive the flowers
Of mine What a beautiful garden
You turn them into beauty
And you destroy them at last
Cruel time cruel time
When I am very happy
How fast you are You pass by me
And when you don't have to
How slow is your passage
Time, how I admire you
For your inexorable passage
Time, how you I admire
For your inexorable law
Because you pass for slaves
Because you pass for slaves
The same as for a king