The armour of flesh and bones,
A beautiful fragile lie,
Hides the obvious truth,
That, it’s gonna die.
The body will perish,
Liberating the soul,
The spirit would meet its destiny,
Ending its mortal role.
The lullaby we sang to the one,
Will come and go in a flash,
The music will lose its meaning,
And lyrics would be of a coronach.
The lie of Life in this mortal world,
Will lose its vigour,
The death would come as an ultimate truth,
The only indubitable figure.
The prayers to the one lord,
Would become your last try,
When you would moaning over someone dear,
Someone would be having its first cry.