Bury me, my love, in a lead coffin
To not hear the rustle of the poplars,
Not to hear the noise of the world,
Until I rot completely.
Bury me, my love, in a corner of the cemetery
To be far from other dead,
To be hidden by the thick earth,
Without seeing the beautiful sky.
Bind me, my love, with heavy chains
So that I can never leave the coffin
For I want to become earth
And then to turn to dust.
I will remain forever in the earth
For I cursed the eternal heaven
When it stole people dear to me
And now, it doesn't accept me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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