Pätu
(01.04.2002 - 28.01.2006)
Valus on mõelda,
Et sind enam pole
Ja iial Sa meie juurde tagasi ei tule…
I truly miss you. : (
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.