Memento Mori کے بول

Now is more often making mistakes June is coming, green fields are around My saint name will remain in poetry My heart and blood – It’s Memento Mori It’s third of June, I want it thirteen A prison is around me – adobe of sorrow If I wanted to live I would not believe in death There was raining by the mountain, it is fog I didn’t know such a smile before Now I’m watching the sky, there are burning Stars – tokens of white eternity I don’t know what to do, when I’m like this When shadow of old age is stalking by soul I – strong talent, heavenly creature My tender homeland – sky azure What can I do, night is black, heavy and gloomy I remember my village, its remote places Now wand something else, something without name I know for sure, collapse awaits me Days slowly pass and it’s hard to see difference I, my dear, won’t come, it’s long way to you My name: Graneli – will remain in poetry My heart and blood – It’s Memento Mori