Outgoing

Grave is silence
Only native tears smear
The queen is alone here:
Death comes one day

The body left the Force
Breath instantly broke off
Traits distorted lovely
And the wax mask remained

The soul from prison has gone
Wings straightened into a meeting with Sveta
Like a catapult pushed her
There are no borders for the stranger

More precisely, there should not be
Only tears and lamentations
Pleas, for the deceased-to live
Harm to her, their efforts

Exempt from all earthly things
The soul in paradise seeks
Dressing herself again
The form should change

And torn from the pain she
Like a hitch made
Bitterness and resentment is full
What kindred and loved ones caused her

Like a cruel rope
What each pulls to himself
Blood is poured out a hundred times
And the new life quietly fades

Our good actions
Turned the road to hell
My soul is very frightened
And with the "hoofs" very happy

Poor, our poor
Essence eternal from One
People, no it's more beautiful
Flower of the most beautiful