Verse 1]
Don't you rush, my friend, good things come slowly, don't you know?
Even years pass week by week, like a river's gentle flow.
[Verse 2]
Everything arrives on time, its own appointed day.
Why does a restless heart keep counting minutes on its way?
[Chorus]
Slowly, my friend, slowly —
That's how the world moves on.
The year slips through your fingers,
But the week is never gone.
[Verse 3]
If you keep trying, you'll succeed, that's how it's meant to be.
The destination finds you when the road has set you free.
[Verse 4]
You'll only get what fate has written in your name.
And still, fools go searching — that's their quiet, endless game.
[Chorus]
Slowly, my friend, slowly —
That's how the world moves on.
The year slips through your fingers,
But the week is never gone.
[Bridge]
The one who walks with time, not against its quiet tide —
That traveler keeps smiling, with no need to run or hide.
[Outro – spoken softly or sung slowly]
So don't you rush, my friend…
Everything happens… rafta rafta.
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