Reverant Tale After Death

I don't know when you'll come,
How you'll die and where you'll perish,
But one day you'll say ‘die’
And tell me to lock myself in an oak tree

But my dream is in the field,
On Esenin's bright land,
I don't want to be remembered in the house,
I want to decompose in the grass

So that one day
A blue cornflower
And a bee buzzed so important,
When I'm in the grass

My name will be forgotten forever,
I'll find a cosy place in the field,
All my poems will be lost
And I'll never be found

Dreams lead to nowhere
Dreams lead to nowhere
Dreams lead to nowhere
Nowhere