Being seated, praying to God,
Watching a marble sky,
Perhaps grandma realized:
Her last journey is not far;
She has known for a long time
That she has to make it for sure.
The butterfly with no more wings
Leaves her whole life behind her;
And with her, almost crying,
A whole world is leaving.
And under this snowy sky
Someone can’t laugh
Someone can’t laugh.
The last light of the day
Is fading
The last light of the day
Is leaving us
And under this snowy sky
Someone can’t laugh.
Our elders have in common
The solitude of a wild boar,
The frank face of a morning,
The sweet soul of the spring,
And only a wish in their heart:
To return to childhood
To return to childhood
The last light of the day
Is fading
The last light of the day
Is leaving us
And under this snowy sky
Someone can’t laugh.
Someone can’t laugh.