Next to your death beckons vitality
Has pierced the veil, seeing there... opposite
Grandchildren are of refugees's, is daughter of orphanhood
Earth though not heated her, not breastfed the sweetness
Sower was strong, a head birth her
Swing makes to the abyss, laughs with her heart
Heart beat if she feels, will see her beside
Together to dance, dance of the butterfly
And through your thorns, flowers to choose