Dier

Do you see my pale face?
Do you hear my last breath?
Tell me on my grave, please:
Rest in peace.

My spirit was flying skyward
And I'd have to say
Three words ...
sky is gray ...

Here I was floating in the sky
Are you on the ground.
Tell me why
This is my last round?

Your ghostly figure,
Had already disappeared behind the cloud
We will meet in the future
I say this out loud.

But you did not hear ...