Oh travelers of this word
Your destination is grave
This journey for which you are preparing
Will last for only two days
Since the creation of this world
Thousands and millions have arrived
No one is left
They've been engulfed in soil
Do not forget this
This will be everyone's final adobe
Oh travelers of this word
Witch your own eyes
How many burials have you witnessed
With your own hands
How many of the dead have you buried
Of your own consequences
Why are you so unaware
Oh travelers of this word
Those who slept on velvet
On soil they are sleeping
Kings and beggars alike
Together they are sleeping
Both are the equal
This is the effect of death
Oh travelers of this word
Effigy of soil to you
On soil it is to immerse
One day you have arrived
Another it is you have to leave
You are not to stay in this world
Your destination is to leave
Oh travelers of this word