when i perish
                        when the soil on top of me blossom
                             shall you smile and cherish
                               for i will not be lonesome
                              with the boatman i will sail
                                 in our tongues a rhythm

                           no poems or no laments be sang,
                                     for all those who were
                                 the bells of doom have rang

                          no poems or no laments be sang,
                                     i will not be in sorrow
                                     for once i have sprang.