1. And children's tears wound, but
There is no alternative to misery

2. Those who were granted feeling
And have nothing but crying

3. Nature gave them a human heart
That feels pain

4. And threw them into the grip of fate, a
Body that cannot speak

5. So if they cry, the cry of the mute
Perhaps behind it is a thousand meanings

6. Perhaps behind it is the killer pain
Or a desire that fades with the wind

7. Perhaps, perhaps, and guessing is no use
And the wailing of children fills life

8. They were born screaming in the hands of fate
So let them scream till the day of death

9. Maybe they will realize what we have not
Stood on from the darkness of mysteries

10. And they see life as a night of evil
Hanging on the edge of fire

11. So they scream from the pain of the future
Or mourn what they have lost

12. Or have not accepted the unknown world
Where there is misery and struggle

13. The effect of the pure beautiful past is still
In their souls, or its memory

14. When they were in a genius world
Every living being on its land is a god

15. A world other than the painful human world
Far from gloom and oblivion

16. There is no intense sorrow or tears in it
And no graves covered in obscurity

17. In it there is no cruel nature
That tramples the living and days

18. In it there are no tortured confused souls
And wretched under gloom and orphans

19. In it there is no evil, injustice, torture
Nor birth or death in it

20. In it there is no conflict over bread
Nor is there tragedy in its purity

21. O crowds of children, O sensitive
Enough anguish and crying for you

22. You are still at the beginning of bitter life
And oh, you will know misery

23. Do not grieve over what you have lost
Of beauty, joy and loftiness

24. And take heed of the cruel fate
In the stormy, tumultuous life

25. You are still buds that have not opened
On the darkness of life nights

26. So laugh now, before the air roars
And sorrows loom

27. Before your ages swoon under
The clouds of youth and dreams

28. And you see existence as vacant wilderness
In it nothing but night, sorrow and darkness

29. Wherever you cast your tearful eyes
There are horrors and hatreds

30. Hopes and ideals are lost
And sorrows and griefs remain

31. Frolic now in the shade of a father who suffers
And a mother worn down by life

32. Tomorrow you will carry the burdens of
Living, then tragedy will dawn

33. Build castles of your dreams in the sands
And smile at childhood bliss

34. Every child tomorrow a youth, confused dreams
Under unknown destinies

35. And tomorrow you will know what you have lost
Of purity, joy and innocence

36. And you will see life as a source of evil
From which there is no salvation, but a night of misery

37. And if you built yesterday a flower
Withered by the mercy of the storm

38. And every desire a fading star
While you are on the edge of fire

39. The grip of fate will drink from you
And inflict you with afflictions

40. And it sells youth for hot tears
And frolics over the victims' remains

41. So if every laugh of your childhood
Is followed in your youth by a thousand tears

42. And if your life is a sad evening
Whose secret is revealed only by death