Cemetery…
The last shelter…
For those, who has reached,
For those, who has found,
Who has remained…
We search, we wait, we go,
There, where the sky sown with pearls of stars,
Where the moon inundate the world by silver of a night,
Where the trees are silent, incline over the sadness,
Where strong and weak are equal,
Where is not present neither malicious, nor kind,
Where black is black, and white – is white, as snow on top of a
mountain,
Where seven instants and seven aeons are identical long,
Where the breath is quiet and is weak, and the eyes see the world
through the veil of tears,
Where only silence and rest… Eternal rest…
Open your eyes and try to understand, that you see,
Inbreathe complete breast dry air,
What do you feel? What do you wish? And whether there is the desire in
general?
By it all the same, they have reached…
Their way is completed here on this cemetery…
They have reached… They enough be in pain…
They have found… They enough searched…
They here… They lay in dark rest…
They are dead… And you alive… But it not an occassion for tears…
All mortal and you too sometime die…
Cemetery… Eternal dreams in tacit rest…
You search it, you ask pardons and tear the soul on a part,
When the new pain rushs into your small world…
Here, on a cemetery all problems are solved,
There are no more questions and it is not necessary of the answers,
all clearly up to a limit
You are dead… She is dead… They are dead… We all are dead…
We here on a cemetery in the last shelter of the eternal wanderer…
We here among grieving trees,
Among odoriferous flowers, giving the pain all, that will touch them,
Among sepulchral hills and sadness ledger,
Among drooping crosses and gloomy steles…
We here… We at home… And we all are dead…