Rest in peace grandpa, 23'01'09
Tears are falling down from heaven,
pouring down, an intense noise.
Trees that cry along in rhythm,
keep on echoing your voice.
A face appears above me,
the truth will come today.
May the wind with its pure senses,
tell you things we couldn’t say.
Leaves keep slipping from the branches,
an unknown road, wherever to.
Just let their nature and pure beauty,
follow after you.
