I cannot smell anything but the smell of death
I cannot see anything else than the reaper ripping the soul out of flesh
last wish he wishes before leaving earth
may God forgive him and pass the strength and faith
he couldn't pass assets except for a smile that mostly worth
gasping his last breath remembering his time of youth
smoothly his little girl touches his hand trying to flood him with warmth
but her father's flesh was cold though he was all covered with cloth
he passes away to leave his beloved ones hoping they will fulfill their oath
never to forget about him and lay on his grave a wreath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem