Текст песни Mary Elizabeth Frye - Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not you cry over my grave -
I was not there, and I did not sleep in it!
I - in the breeze above the ground,
in diamond sequins in the snow in winter,
I - in a sunny ripeness of grain,
and the rain autumn whispers about me.
When you wake up in the quiet of the morning,
I come down to you out of the blue
the flight of birds, greeting the dawn.
I am the light of the star lit up your sleep -
so you do not drop tears
on my gravestone:
I am not under it!

you do not stand over the grave in tears:
I'm not in it, I'm with you.
I - thousands of howling winds,
I - snowy radiance of diamonds,
I - a ray of sun falling on rye,
I - light autumn rain.
Just wake up in the quiet of the morning,
I will certainly come to you.
A flock of birds above you to treat.
Host of stars you the path illuminated.
Over the grave do not cry, I ask:
I'm not in it, I live.