In darkness, up through the ground
The flowers raise under fresh digged [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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...