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.