MAMAN BRIGITTE
Leave your hot kiss on my dead hand,
You, rushed away from Angels' Land
In poets' burning creeping hearts,
In their dark memories and drafts. 
You are the goddess of the pain,
Who's holdinhg it on frozen chain
And can so easily set it free...
Oh, mindless muse, hear our plea!
You're blessed to dedicate your names
To the first one of all girls' graves
To learn she won't be left alone
Among the dirty soil and stone.
You're magic sweet pill from disease,
You bring us back wat future steals,
And Masters of the Cross appear,
Cause you can see them, they are here!
You flow the holy water drops
On this land of betrayed killed gods,
Where neither mother, no her son
Or someone else must need no one,
Where brother couldn't recognize
His dying sister's huge blue eyes...
We wish world never could forbid
To sing for you, Maman Brigitte,
To pray for hope to live in vain
Or sleep until you back again.