And after you left,
the world has changed,
speechless seconds in your honor,
silence dragged on for days …
I pressed the pause of life
to be in black,
to dive in pain!

And you are not here, but there,
you turned in air, soot,
in smoke and mold, your body rots
in the unfinished grave.
You are a butterfly now,
transparent, with angelic wings.
To rise,
to reach the light,
you are waiting since you left.
What is the time for you?
Or is it all now?
Go – fly and spread,
touch the divine soul!