I’m standing in front of the silent grave,
looking at your name, carved in the stone.
A cold wind is swinging branches of pines
in the dark graveyard without any light.
Obscure clouds are overcastting the skies,
restraining their sadness over this sight.
Beside me, there’s a candle on the grave.
Its flame is floating over the gray stone,
making mystic shapes, filling me with fears,
flying as far as it can, hurrying on its way,
leaving me lost and afraid, alone in tears
like every shiny light you’ve taken away.
The snowflakes are falling over the grave.
Your name is disappearing from the stone.
The fragile flame doesn’t shine anymore.
The last light of my life has abandoned me,
following you up to the Heaven’s shore
to swim with you in the Paradise sea.
