שירת המתים (אנגלית)

Life is for the living.
Death is for the dead.
Let life be like music. 
And death a note unsaid.

A melody of silence.
Words that can't be told.
Yet the dead keep singing.
Wishing to be heard.

Voices coming,
from the wishing well.
The wheel breaks the butterfly.
When it's already fell.

While the living keep living.
The dead sing alone.
There in the darkness,
Waits their song.