(Oscar Wilde)
Walk gently, she is nearby.
Under the snow;
Speak softly, she can hear you.
Daisies grow.
Bright blonde hair
Has lost its luster;
She is so young and beautiful.
Entrust yourself to the dust.
Like a lily, as white as snow,
She's not sure.
How elegant you are,
Has grown into a girl.
Coffin cover, heavy tombstone,
Press her breasts.
I can't understand my concern,
She sleeps in the grave.
Peace, peace, she can't hear you.
The sound of a piano or a poem.
I've been buried here all my life,
Pile up the dirt.
Original poem:
A prayer for the soul of the dead to rest in peace
Oscar Wilde
Walk gently, she is nearby.
Under the snow,
Speak softly, she can hear you.
Daisies are growing.
Her bright blonde hair.
Rusty,
She is young and beautiful.
Turn to dust.
Lily as white as snow,
She hardly knows.
She's a woman, so
She grew up sweetly.
Coffin boards, heavy stones,
Lying on her chest,
I worry about my heart alone.
She's resting.
Peace, peace, she can't hear you
A lyre or sonnet,
I've been buried here all my life,
Pile soil on it.