Текст песни Трепанга - Покойник

Deceased
Emile Verhaeren

Deceased to the burial site
Always sneaked along the villages.

For boys right there:
"Look, the deceased are!"

Hand covering eyes from the sun,
The old woman looks out of the little window.

Carpenter throws his workbench -
The coffins he understands after all.

A coffin of the four boards
Not the best of narrow and high.

That cemetery: like candles in a row
Three cypress stand there.

Straight from the shoulder gravedigger bearded
Artillery his shovel:

His, is not afraid of sin,
I forgot to wake the daughter in law.

Won the coffin is already at the turn,
A work is not finished.

On a corpse gravedigger angry
Because he failed him.

Gravedigger with strength and dexterity
He picks up the coffin with rope,

And the creaking of her on the edge of the board -
How lonely moan of anguish.

Silent sorrow, and dry eyelids.
The coffin was lowered forever

In the dead darkness of oblivion,
In the embrace of nothingness.

Translation Don M.