Melius eo facere

mortuus est
vocationis
nobis
ad mentem
quod
erat tribulationis
eorum
suum
gradibus
iustum
ut
trahere

quod
ipsum
angustiae suae
cum ea
vitae
erat

volunt
nobis
animo
nobis
umeris
sedent habentes
igitur
nobis
melius eo
facere

The shoulders squat

The dead
call
to us
To the memory
because they
Had trouble
their own
steps
Right
to steer

Because they
even
your effort
With her
Life

they want
us in the
mind
us up
The shoulders
squat
so that we
it better
do

Not still lost

homeland
is there
Where one
for sure is
that nobody
something
take away
can

What us
For a
short
Time in the
own
possession

One has
not
You have to
With strangers
knock
and ask
if you
His life wheel
For a
short time
To the career
insinuate
can

In order to
that too
Not
still
lost
coming

ザ・ バランスの

ザ・
バランスの
ホールド
たときに
君
その上
ザ・
ホイール
た時間

ザ
不感
ディガー
のために
彼の
た死体
最初の
オーダー
しなければならない

Of time

The balance
hold when
one on
the bike
Of time

The grave digger
for his
corpse
first order
got to

Lì giù abbastanza

pietre
dire
la sua storia
anche se
loro
tipo di carattere
a mala pena
decifrare
è
e di
nessun alfabeto
nella fossa
tempo
lì giù
abbastanza

Stones

stones
tell
her story
even if
your
font
barely
decipher
is and

No alphabet
In the pit
currently
down there
sufficient

sneið

flutt
af blautur
kalt
ótti

í andlitið
annað
ekki

misgjört
innri
Dómstóllinn

um ljós
daginn
hugurinn
í tvennt
sneið

On the light

Moved
of wet
cold
fear

In the face
the others
Not

Wrong done
The inner
court

On the light
of the day
the mind
in half
sliced

One-sided waste

Be happy
is a
one-sided
waste

Itself
in the
anxiety
In fear
therein
check

What remains
the
to wish
left
if
one
may be
if
one
his life
in him
stands
themselves
himself
Has