Текст песни Casa Ukrania - Nekropolem

An angel with yellow eyes walks in the summer field,
All around you quietly shed the tears of the cherub.

With a silver sickle ripens the ripe grains high,
They generously sprinkle the path on the grave.

Tell him, dear brother,
It's not your time to die,
The clear eyes have not yet gone out,
Still beloved against the night
She is waiting for you at home.

At dawn, where rye grows and ripens,
Gray angel sees off the coffin in the sky.

Instead of grains only ashes the wind blows,
Where death sows in the ground, life sprouts.

Tell him, dear brother,
It's not your time to die,
The clear eyes have not yet gone out,
Still beloved against the night
She is waiting for you at home.