The tears are there and they are not,the sea salt has dried them up,the sun has ploughed the thirstmy eyes have gone blind..

A great longing has seized me,with a black carpet it has covered me..The heart cannot hold the pain,blood brewed into boiling pitch.

To live, or not to live..the noise of terror covers the mind.The candle goes out, the moon sheds light,at the second of light I wake from the coma..

Let me live, O angel of light,let me see without lights.Do not make my darkness hopeless,do not put out the spark I waited for..

Today I prayed to you for many years,let me become a dear old mother..Send me to my own land..A handful of earth, and cover me.

Put a flag as a pillow under my head..And leave me in the angelic world..