So low for you, Danushka Grandfather chrisms is not visiting your bed And no miracles from Jesus Ho, your Maria is crying as  your  life  sleeping away So small is your body Like the white snow Your body covers With damned illness That put down roots At your beautiful soul My Danuta My relative soul 
Your pure heart Your little hand still holds my hand As we go by the roads As we visit the Jewish synagogue I am not with you these moments Just life still Keeps us together Like a bunch You’re Judaism and your Christianity Integration of prayers  
I send you light Please come near, Danka  My niece Please come 
Please do not go from me Do not go My niece Do not go My niece
12/2008