She stands with many others
On the canyon of empty loneliness...
All in silver and grey
in the dying bed...
Why does it always seem that my life is a long...
With each occasional stops, sightseeing memories...
Youthful soul who risked your prayers
Do not let your mind be taken...
I stood in the corner
of a pitch, dark room...
At the end of his laughters
Returned home to empty chairs...
If we forgo pursuing truth
Then we allow ourselves to die...
“Your friend is there
Within the walls...
Never forget those you have killed
Never avert your eyes from death...
It is the fate of the kind
If they wish it to be...
Heaven said to me it missed
Then asked from me a tender kiss...
Righteous men cannot rest
Cannot laugh in light no more...