All the lights of life fall fading on the ground
unwashed by summer rain, unmelted by the snow
unfrozen by the winds and gales
unwarmed by souless joys.
all the lights of life are bleaching, roving pale
the empty meadows, the path of bloody moors
the trees with branches cracking
the lands of the wolves.
all the lights of life are crawling to the grave
crashing against the cruel hearts of stones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem