Vanidad de La Vida

Meditate, oh, all people,

Meditate, oh, whole world,

From dust you were formed

And to dust you shall return

So says the creator,

Like the grass of the field,

That blooms in the morning,

But when evening comes,

Its beauty withers

And everything disappears

But the one who believes in Jesus,

Will be in God's memory,

And will enjoy eternal life,

When we reach Zion,

And we will sing a new hymn,

Before the throne of the supreme king,

And the Lord himself will guide us,

When we reach Zion.

Our days are very short,

Passing like a dream,

Our life is a story,

Full of bitterness,

Of sadness and pain

But the one who believes in Jesus,

Will be in God's memory,

And will enjoy eternal life,

When we reach Zion,

And we will sing a new hymn,

Before the throne of the supreme king,

And the Lord himself will guide us,

When we reach Zion.