In memoriam

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 the snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken,
in the morning's hush,
I am the soft uplifting rush of
quiet birds in circled flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I did not die.

Dostałam obuchem w głowę

Nie pogodzę się :(