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To Heaven and the Gods I turn towards

To adress this prayer

To offer this prayer

Oh you Gravestone !

Oh you, as cold as this corpse you keep

Oh you, engraved stone

You, which preserve my son, fallen in his youth

Oh you, unfinished stone !

You, which shows to all the epitaph

Of my missing flesh

Answer nom my question

Who prevents me to breathe now ?

Who took him it away ?

And you, my son,

Who rests in this wooden and dirt prison

And you my child whom I'll never see

Again in this continuum

Remember our beliefs, remember our wandering

And in your understanding,

Forgive this exhumation

My hands digging in this earth

To expiate all these wounds which took you away ?

I finally reach the oak I confide you with

Thank you for keeping him, but from now on

I must take him back

Here you are finally,

As cold as your protecting stone

Here you are, finally,

In your mighty carried away youth

I deny the epitaph and take back my missing flesh

Only you can hep me, who else could I question ?

Only you can hep me, who else could I ask ?

As an opalescent white angel

You're deprived of your right to live

Before You Gods, I present

The remains of my murdered child

May you forgive me ?

To not entrust him to you

May you guide me ?

In this unfinished task

May you, my son

Forgive this gesture

May you, my son

In this quest, help me

To Heaven and the Gods

I turn towards

To adress this prayer

To offer this prayer