Between the cradle and the grave

The cradle!...
The life I live begins to end -
Just death is slowly veiling up my dreadful past,
There's nothing I can see before this moment and, at last,
Time has lost its meaning - am I dead?

As cradles swing my hopes up high,
The graves await for me to lie,
The hourglass has turned again
For one last time, onto the end!

Happiness won't last forever -
It is shorter than a dream…
Death, my friend - it has no beauty,
It is not what it may seem.

Many tears have fallen in silence for my life,
There's still a hope for a new beginning
As my past is lost, to pain me no more…

With the light of a cold and lonely star,
I engrave my epitaph in the four winds from afar!...
The grave!...