They travelled lonely in the darkness,
they lived through many losses and fears.
The days were endless, nights were dreamless,
and their eyes were full of tears.

Will be our souls one day at rest?
Suddenly on the horizon I see the white wings,
the wings of the ship going into the West,
and so now we have come to the end of all things.

Now they leave me alone,
but not so quite.
The memory still remains at home.
I will always commemorate also at night.