In deep tombs of gold sleep

Bodies of great men and women.

While their bones rot in the ground,

Their spirits fly, transcending time.



I shall die,

But that's all that I'll do for death.

I shall live

Beyond my grave, beyond my death.

I am looking for the face I had

Before my previous end!



In deep tombs of gold sleep

Bodies of holy men and women.

Behind them an empty cross

Haunted by oblivion.



In deep lassitude I sink

And by my side are many people.

The life is but a darkened sea,

I sleep my life, I live my death.