The ones died while sleeping didn’t notice how how the death closed their eyes
The ones died while sleeping spend all long nights talking gossips
The ones died while sleeping don’t desire the mice have eaten them up
The ones died while sleeping keep on pretending they still breathe
The ones died while sleeping make their cold hands warm under ashes
The ones died while sleeping accept unnecessary tortures for their religion
The ones died while sleeping don’t see that the worms have eaten out their land
The ones died while sleeping keep on pretending they’re still dozing
The ones died while sleeping having broken their bell grew deaf
The ones died while sleeping are reading their prayers над above the pile of hay-dust
The ones died while sleeping enjoy watching the sky in the frame of cast iron
The ones died while sleeping keep on pretending that they’re still ruling
One loud sound and the bones will ruin
One loud shouting and the roofs will fall down
My goodness, don’t ask me to dance in a village cemetery
My goodness, speak in a low voice as possible