Beneath us they sleep

Above us their soul watches

No tears and no thoughts

From somewhere they still watch

No living trace of them now

But once they lived here

They walked into the cemetry

With a bunch of white roses

In the chilling rainy morning

Wept for hours in all wet

Funeral songs and tears

Grey leaves,No flowers

In their cemetry now

No more tears for the passed wind

No more smiles and flowers

Dreams they had,we live now

Smiles they sacrificed,we smile now

Flowers and farms,birds and trees

Pure hatred and divine love

Cold and bitter,black and white

Deserts and streets,towers

A walk into the past..

For the wind passed

A walk for the future

For the blowing wind

                 ---Kris