15.01.2022
Heavenly band
Bouquet of black clouds above my window,greeted me this very morning,
The mark in our hearts inconveniently engraved,
the bitter taste, and the fear of new tomorrow.
For if God can take you away,
may saturnine tears fall on our laps..
Sleep well, mate,
our good boy,
and while candles burn,
know that we are here
faithful to the scene,
standing in a line,
we'll see you soon
in some heavenly band!
It will be a fine band...
Your gaze from obituaries,
the worse jest ever
that God could come up with.
The chords have ascended, sad as Macedonian*
we stand sopping in tears.
If He could take you away,
may saturnine tears fall on our laps.
Sleep well, mate,
our good boy,
and while candles burn,
know that we are here
faithful to the scene,
standing in a line,
we'll see you soon
in some heavenly band!