Mother screamed with anguish that there are forces,
Face down in the graveyard sand
Under the layer of eternity, frightening the grave
The ninth day, lay its son.

Mother wheezed hoarse, dead moan,
Under the noise of autumn poplar leaves
The Church bell of a stranger, heavy bells
Crying all over the neighborhood, bursting with her.

Birds were circling in the air cool
More naviva sorrow,sadness
And in a bird's cry, irritably greedy,
Ruffled excited distance,

Nine days slipped grave mound,
Sheltered carefully from the Christmas tree branches
Only through forty days simple, iron table
To celebrate there will be a lot of people...

Was silent suddenly the bell splatnou the last echo,
Around frightening silence and emptiness,
Nightshade thick,foggy fur
Covered these dead places...

It shouldn't be, it's impossible.,
We experience the fate of their children
Do not condemn the Almighty, if you can
The loneliness of fathers and mothers!

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.