Memento Mori

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