Dead souls whisper, frown to each other
And sing a carol of redemption.
They're happy and proud,
Because no earthly sorrows can shatter their hearts.
They mourn for the earthly cursed life.
But they sing gleefully after death.
It's a dark cave of a big cemetery,
Where all have lied in full rest.
M S Ahas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem