The day I take the death examination
I'll surely pass it, so don't be naive
To mourn and sigh and try to bring salvation,
You cannot stop me, I'll be forced to leave.

Don't be upset, don't let your face to suffer
Time drifts away and never will return
Keep walking then and in your heart be tougher
Enjoy your life, forget any concern.

Do not shed bitter tears and stop your whining
In vain you cry, you cannot change a thing
People are born and for a while are shining,
But in the end all die – the poor, the king...

And if one day you miss me, please be clever,
Remember that my soul is not remote,
But you won't find it in my books; however,
It dwells within the poems that I wrote.

Foolish flake of snow detached
From a cloud white as a dove
You believe you are unmatched
For you look down from above.

Arrogantly you behold
The poor people – how unfair,
'Cause your heart is icy cold
You are lofty, you don't care.

The light wind turns you around
And sometimes you gently swing;
Floating high above the ground
You are haughty like a king.

I don't know what you have planned
Foolish flake of whitish snow,
But you've fallen on my hand  
And you melted here below.

The years have passed, life was sublime,
Now you are old, I feel like crying;
I look at you and every time
My heart is sad and slowly dying.

You try so hard when I'm around
To chat and smile with happy faces
To comfort me and to surround
My bowed-down neck with warm embraces.

And yet, although you smile and talk,
Your sight grows dim, your arm is rigid,
You are in pain, can hardly walk,
Your bodies are so weak and frigid.

But I pretend not to remark
And tell you jokes to curb my sorrow
My soul is scared, my light is dark –
Will you still be alive tomorrow?

Oh, mother, without you the Earth is not my friend
And on my cheeks flow tears, for I cannot pretend;
Your house is sad and empty, I feel like a John Doe
When nobody replies me, although I say, “Hello!”.

The phone is stern and silent, it doesn't ring at all
How much I'd like you, angel, to give me a short call,
To hear again those words so touching and divine:
“My baby, this is mother, I hope that you are fine”.

And maybe this is only a nightmare or a spell
In which an evil demon has taken me to hell
That's why I am so eager to wake up and to see
The lovely face that always was watching over me.

But time is running quickly and you are not around
Where are your eyes, dear mother, so gentle and profound?
I know they died for good and cannot see and thrive
And I am also dead, although I'm still alive.

Right near the churchyard, which is on the hill,
Where sleep the dearest ones that passed away
With bitter tears in eyes we're standing still
Thinking of them, as we do every day.

Thousands of little stars are twinkling now
The sky is clear, enchanting our eyes,
Up there the angels are prepared to bow
Because tonight Lord Jesus will arise.

A few more steps and we have reached the site
The church is charming and we hear its call
We get inside, although the place is tight
And everything is solemn, stern and small.

Candles are burning brightly all around
The flames are putting us under a spell
My soul is quickly rising from the ground
Hearing that death cannot lead us to hell.

Now, we are going back to grandma's place
Who has prepared red eggs and baked sweet bread
And seeing us she says with cheerful face:
“Christ is alive and never will be dead”.