In darkness, up through the ground The flowers raise under fresh digged grave. Come here and look inside The one man's life, that he couldn't save Dry flowers with many wreaths They're beauty and fine, out they are dead The flower, whose roots alive He suck in self, juice full of sorrow of the dead
Man's souls forget his land And spirit, still fly in another world His body, his former home The carrion lie forgotten, and alone The flowers look at the sky Sad but's in sorrow, stagger on the wind This flowers look at this world Prepare themselves to fade, when the soul will return
In darkness, up through the ground The flowers raise under fresh digged grave. Come here, and look inside The one man's life, that he couldn't save The flowers look at the sky Sad but's in sorrow, stagger on the wind This flowers look at this world They lived their lifes in peace fill the new man born again...