One day death, will surprise you
And you discover, you didn’t live!
Universe, sooth, soothes your mind
On astral pillow, (of) eternal darkness
Nostalgic, solitude, of your ancestors
And their, traces, in the dust of eons.
Your soul, is empty - is empty cries
Like an open grave, grave in desert
And rocks, turn to dust...
Quo Vadis…?