What's in a name?
it will die, as the sound of sorrowful
waves, splashing into the shore tour across,
Like the sound of a night in the woods deaf.
It is on a memorial sheet
Leave a trail of dead, like
Patterns tombstone inscriptions
An incomprehensible language.
What's in it? forgotten for a long time
In the excitement of the new and rebellious
Your soul will not allow it
memories clean, gentle.
But in the day of trouble;, in silence,
Say his yearning;
Tell: there is memory of me,
There is in the heart of the world, where I live ......