On The Graveyard

Through cemetary avenue goes young girl
She's smiling
I've stoped astonished
I was watched how she's witchdraw
I was watched life furtively
Which is mocking from death
I even made some steps after her

She goes flexible, youthful
But after all already womanly
She was embodiment of everything which is a smile
Pure happiness

When I will be laying at one of this avenues
And through this valley will be going a girl like this
I will get up
And I will follow her