When life closes down from heaven
down is the gift of hell
down is the light of hope
Then here comes the king
When life closes its wings
above sea are the surges
above sea are the waves
Then here comes the king
When life smiles from down
up is the loaf of bread
up are the smells of green age
Then here comes the king
when life lifts stones on high
beating and lifting are their cry
pasting and drumming the dead fly
Then here comes the king
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem