from the bridge, she saw how black
the water was somewhere down there,
mother asked "why does she write poems?
she must have gone mad"
the girl cried for a moment and looked behind her
the sigh of the city echoed wildly
how could one feel like this is their own land?
(the) water was black, like time
and (the) water was black
mother wore black
and the priest got coffee to drink
and father was drunk, what else
someone brought flowers into the hallway
some people go to the moon and some go to Sweden
some people just have smaller salaries
father went to Sweden five years ago
mother was unhappy even back then
I put a cardboard cover on the window
so that it would be warm in one place, at least
on the radio they sang "thank the Lord"
on Sunday, mother passed away too
father went to Sweden,
mother went to heaven
and the priest got coffee to drink once again
and brother was drunk,
I saw that he'd cried
snow made an angel (shape) in the hallway