S'Urtima Luche [English translation]

Being seated, praying to God,

Watching a marble sky,

Perhaps grandma realized:

Her last journey is not far;

She has known for a long time

That she has to make it for sure.

The butterfly with no more wings

Leaves her whole life behind her;

And with her, almost crying,

A whole world is leaving.

And under this snowy sky

Someone can’t laugh

Someone can’t laugh.

The last light of the day

Is fading

The last light of the day

Is leaving us

And under this snowy sky

Someone can’t laugh.

Our elders have in common

The solitude of a wild boar,

The frank face of a morning,

The sweet soul of the spring,

And only a wish in their heart:

To return to childhood

To return to childhood

The last light of the day

Is fading

The last light of the day

Is leaving us

And under this snowy sky

Someone can’t laugh.

Someone can’t laugh.

• Artist:Tazenda