Sutradan The day after

Moja je kruna od opadale kose, Već duboko pod zemljom. Moj je plašt prekrio vlasi raži I kroz njega se vidi nebo. Kada bih jednu stvar mogao ponijeti, Da preplovi sa mnom u okrilje sutrašnjice, Odabrao bih svoju smrtnost!

My crown is made of fallen hair, Already deep beneath the earth. My cloak has covered the strands of rye, And the sky shows through it. If I could carry one thing with me, To cross with me into the embrace of tomorrow, I would choose my mortality!