Deep in your heart, circle of joy

And concealed light in the breath of your soul

In the depth of heart circles of pain

You hate, you love

Praise, angels will praise you

Your path in dark and splendor will not be lost

Praise, angels will praise you,

Like shining stars.

Cheer to the innocent and speaking the truth,

Those who live their lives in completeness

Those who remember the sun and touching the light

Those who experience eternal love

Praise, angels will praise you

For a few months now we are all witnessess,

The flowers at your tombstone are blooming already,

They are blooming with devoutness,

The tall Quiet Cypress trees, at the outskirts of your grave yard are nodding towards you.

How tough those cypress trees are.

And the thorns are telling that it is already fall,

Since spring time a whole summer has already lapsed

The emptiness you left is becoming more and more realistic

It's almost possible to grip it by hands and there is nothing to fill it.

Sometimes I seem to hear your voice beaten out from the clods

There is no replacement for you, I miss you.

A few months have already lapsed,

The cypress trees are witnesses.