[Verse 1]
In our youth, sometimes for fun,
We make sharp jokes, not thinking about the wounds words inflict,
And over the years, without even realizing it,
We accumulate a sea of pain, like a snowball.
[Verse 2]
And we don't want to understand that those grievances, like from childhood,
Are just as absurd and foolish,
And instead of their deserved oblivion,
We dwell on them, blind to good.
[Pre-Chorus]
Why are we, people, so attentive to grievances,
And instead of joy for good, we strive as if to elevate ourselves above our companion—to remind them more painfully?
[Chorus]
Are we really in a family for quarrels, forgetting all the good?
And what example will we leave for our children, and what will we see in our old age?
[Post-Chorus]
Therefore, grievances—to the woods, I won't remember any,
Especially all those from childhood, that kids repeated after their relatives.
[Bridge]
After all, causing pain takes no brains, and we're all like that at first.
But only when we encourage good, it accompanies us for ages.
[Outro]
[Instrumental]