Oh that I should be celebrated after my death
All the dreams in my creativity…
How joyous my immortality shall be!
What shall I do with temporary glory?
Will hypocrisy not turn my eyes blind?
All the songs they made and want to sing for me
How sweet my eternal sleep shall be…
In the still silence of the endless nights of my sleep
So much beauty!!
How delightful the echoes of the songs shall be
Such color, so much style…