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
