When I'll Die

The lonely dog goes through the night.

It has the aim - the silver light.

Of course, it seems, it's pale, but

It gives me hope. What a stunt -

The sun will rise in godless sky,

When I'll die.

 

The small black chair stands in room

With closed windows. For whom

The big bell tolls, I asked the North.

It answered me: "It tolls for youth".

The only grass will bleed and cry,

When I'll die.

 

The dusty wind blows straight to hell.

I feel the death and it's cold smell.

And if the sky becomes the floor,

I'll see the clouds nevermore.

And even angels willn't fly,

When I'll die.