La moria debe es tan bela. Reclinada sur la tera mol e brun, con la erba brandinte supra nosа testa, escuta la silentia. No plu ier, no doman. Oblida la tempo, oblida la vive, es en pas.
Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.