DEATH'S ADVICE

My spirit rejoices
I must obey my redemption
I must realise my melancholic stagnant state
Scatter it in the wind like
The murkiest puddle
Shines golden in the sun.

The one has been kind to me
If gives me my redemption
And I must redeem myself
Obey the waiving of my reprieved death
Timid people die every day
The brave wake up every day but one.

My way is set
I must follow it
And Fate will guide me
In my birth I was married with it.
In my death there can be no separation.
I can be no other,
In life or in soil.