There are other worlds, where once we used to be strong together We used to sing hymns together but… but… but… There are other worlds, where winds are different, The winds sing in silence There are other worlds, where plants are stronger and higher, They’re speaking for departed friends here There are other worlds, where we’ll be later, Where the souls of departed friends are We’ll be there later, not now, Having lost ourselves, lost with no return, We’ll be listening to grey stems, that have a smell of the dawn, We’ll be observing the shining of dark stars, We’ll be singing hymns together Above the graves of the sleeping, And those who are rustling faintly, so faintly and so quietly as a dusk under the moonlight.