The shadows of the trees in the cemetery,
They seem ghostly when I go to meet,
of the grave with your remains, according to my criteria
Seeing the withered flowers crying inside.
The tombstone of cold marble as the same ice,
I love the silence of sad loneliness a lot,
I can not contain my tears I look at the sky,
To pray to the creator, father of eternity.
Looking in silence things that are not,
moments together that time took away,
Mental film of images that are projected,
I close my eyes I feel that the wind rose up.
The leaves of the trees fall easily,
covering the epitaph until I get to cover,
and I sitting on the bank I suffer that reality,
My tears moisten the leaves when crying.
Hoping to meet again,
In a different world full of happiness,
without the presence of everything that makes crying,
like old age, disasters and disease.
I imagine that moment to be able to embrace,
see how you come back so I never go again,
There is a great promise that is to resurrect,
And God did her who will never lie.
It's late, it's time to come back,
I leave the cemetery is time to close,
my feet step on the leaves and manage to crush,
I'm looking for the exit of that place.
Everyone who has lost a loved one,
Have faith and trust that they are going to return,
The current system will be for oblivion,
The new system will replace it.
I have faith and I trust you will come back,
here on earth, to the promised paradise,
Perfect and eternal life will never go
The excellent fight will win, you have expired.
You have expired and defeated the silence,
the one who opposes the rules of the Creator,
eternal life that he gives you, the one who has love,
God Supreme The Creator and Restore.
