The last year of teenager.

O weep now ye young folk,
for Katja has become old.
A tear from a joyful past,
a day which isn't the same.
Now the sun greets the woman,
HELLO, how do you do?
Not too bad, I'll be happy,
-nay- I am happy, for I am here.
Wrinkles may cover my eyes,
yet death's embrace is far away.