Caja de madera
Olider Montana
Wooden Box
We leave as we came
Nobody owns anything
Just as one day we were born
Life also ends
We came for a little while
The season is short
Here we all have the same fate
It's a divine way of everything
Death doesn't care
Whether one is poor or rich
The day to die comes
After all, it's our destiny
Passing through this world
We are all passengers
In the end, we all face the same
Even if no one takes money
And a wooden box
Is what I'll take in the end
We leave as we came
That's the idea of life
No one escapes death
Life ends
And the wooden box
Keeps us company
Passing through this world
We are all passengers
In the end, we all face the same
Even if no one takes money
And a wooden box
Is what I'll take in the end
