I want peace. Unearthly.
Hear tremors of earth and drifting of ice.
Like all native and foreign.
But dear, like in movies deaf and dumb.
However, and movies will not help me,
to feel from life a sweet rest.
River of wine and old cella,
can update my joy in a chest.
My immortal soul, I'm not dead,
peer into the distance and heaven.
Death is only a bit of rest,
so that open my eyes I could there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem