People are sitting around me
I know most of them
but not all of them
I am wearing white clothes
I have the fragnance of flowers
am I having a dream
there are also some screams
but why my beloved ones screaming
I hope out of joy
I am not able to open my eyes
people will take me to my new home
I hope my new resting place will be beautiful
There will not be worries
I am still lying in my new bed
People are taking me to my home on shoulders
I hear whispers
still I am being praised
Now I have arrived to my final destination
New home seems to be small
people are playing with me they are throwing sand over me
suddenly there is just darkness
yes this is my destination
I am in the grave