buvę

Pasaulis
turi
jokių klausimų

Ji turi mus
būti
viduje su sąlyga,

Mirtis
laukimas
mums
esanti šerdyje
iš ten
mes esame
po jo
egzistavimą
buvę

in the core

The world
has
no questions

She has us
into being
inside provided

The death
waits
to us
in the core
from there
we are
after him
the existence
were

spēcīgs

uztraukties
pārtiku
citiem
Tajā pašā,
spēcīgs
bagāta
pats
saldumu
dzīves
apdare

furnishings

worry
the food
for others
meanwhile,
have the
rich
oneself
the sweetness
of life
furnishings

Lontano vivo

La tua anima
è andato con esso
Tu via

da allora
è la tua faccia
bruciato
nel mio
silenzio
silenziosamente

Nessuna primavera
fai la rugiada
nessuna sera
il mio dolore
per alleviare

Io sono te
dal
Lontano vivo
Diventa una tomba

alive

Your soul
went with
You away

Since
is your face
burned
in my
silence
silently

No spring
make the dew
no evening
my pain
to alleviate

I am you
from the
Far away alive
Become a grave

in tears

The angel
Of the sky
gave the
key
another
one
perfect
with voice
and heart

I remain
in me
leave
in tears
sea
gray facades
the city

urbe

nuntius
caeli
dedit
clavem
alium
unum
perfectus
ad vocem
et cor tuum

me manere
in me
relinquo
in fletu
aequor
griseo frontes
urbe

cachinni

nihil
sed quod
alba
habitu
a risus
quod
animo
ut mitis
ueris
abhorrent

spring

Nothing
but that
white
dress
the laugh
that the
mind
how gentle
spring
shocked