I look behind and see
So many many empty hours
I tremble with fear
I tremble with fear because

I know how much is gone
I know how much is gone
But don’t know don’t know don’t know
How much is still left

And I wouldn’t want to just simply
Just simply pass by
And I wouldn’t want to just simply
Just simply pass by

So many days have passed
Days without my attendance
It’s high time I stop
It’s high time I stop

Waiting for things that might never ever
Never ever come here
That might never ever
Never ever come here

And I wouldn’t want to just simply
Just simply pass by
And I wouldn’t want to just simply
Just simply pass by

So lace your fingers through mine
And come, guide and let others guide you
Where the good time awaits

Good time of completion
Good time of completion

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This is my translation of the song “Czas Spełnienia” by a Polish reggae band Indios Bravos

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